Ode to a Golf Swing

I went to the concert in the park today.  It's a normal Friday activity.

The band, Tommy and the Four Speeds, sang older rock and roll songs.  They seemed to pick the songs that lamented love gone bad.  It seemed to be a minor chord type of evening.  But I knew all the songs and found them enjoyable to listen to (with ear plugs, of course!).

So I'm thinking because of the music of love gone awry and it led me back to my golf swing.

I played 18 holes on the executive course today, followed by 120 balls at the range and then off to Costco for lunch.

There was also a YouTube video on why golf lessons are a waste of time.  It all got me to thinking that I ought to write an ode or two to the mercurial golf swing.


Now, I've not written any odes, but quite a few limericks.  I may start there just to get it all going.

I've also stumbled across a number of titles for golf books.  How about "Chip, Chip, Putt, Putt, Putt" as a title for a short game book?

I once knew a swing for a week
I climbed to quite a nice peak.
Then the magic left,
Leaving me so bereft,
And off for another to seek.