Tough Game?

Whoosh, smack, wow. What a sight to see it soar.

Perfectly striped down the middle, let’s go.

Down a bit, over a dip, this should score.

Check the yardage, we got some ways to go.

Pull out an iron, hope it is the one,

Set up, get comfy, take it back slow.

Come down fast, hoping still, it is the one.

Seeing it in the sky, that looks real nice.

As it arches down, hope that you are not done.

Now the nice little sphere of frustration,

It has landed. Now it is time to see.

Where is it, I need justification.

A search for something, that just cannot be.

Like a long lost brother, that will stay lost.

A game that is cruel, as far as I see.