Reflections of what might have been Dissolving in a rippling grin Engorged … with round … endeavors
÷ Unknowing ÷ ÷ Uncaring ÷
Drawing to your sodden depths The unripe fruit of duffer’s quest With naught to mark this ovoid feast But gentle … jesting … lapping
≠ Wet Nemesis ≠
I curse the void that clings to all that fail to mark your distant shore And in distain, show no remorse But Quick! Return to mocking calm To lurk beside the verdant way Until the next unfortunate Attends your … greedy call
If you've never played golf, this may be confusing.