Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
There was a good golfer named Jim
Whose hearing and eyesight were dim
With the match on the line,
He started to whine -
Because he wanted putts given to him.
Phil Lindsey
Written by
Phil Lindsey  Bluffton, SC
(Bluffton, SC)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems