Lost Bet Poetry
by From the Tips
As the final P&M piece to The British (suck it, Euros!) Open Lost Bet Poetry trilogy – albeit an extremely tardy one – I bring to you my personal lover, the hybrid club. Now before I pull the words straight from the sticky pages of my diary, I want to set the mood saying I write this in the same year that I’ve had to put down my dog, watched my handicap climb, and ended a 2-year long relationship with my girlfriend. In related news, I’m prep’d for poetry.
H andy you cometh in deep dark lies from a variety of yardages
Y our versatility puts Roy McAvoy’s 7i to shame
B est Friends Forever (BFFs!), you’re one for the ages
R uff putting from the 2nd cut with you, life’s never the same
I n my bag you award me other’s wages
D isbanding long irons, I think I just came.