I shot sixty six today.
Everything seemed to click.
The drives were long, the putts true.
My swing was unerring and slick.
I may enter a tournament soon.
The pros will feel the pressure.
Opponents will sing a woeful tune
While I grin like a Cheshire.
If I can maintain this torrid pace
Fame will surely be mine.
I may even shoot for the full eighteen
What I shot today for nine.
Jay