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Extra practise

A poem

You practise and you practise and you practise even more
But all that extra practise, does not improve your score
So you hire the local golf pro and arrange for a lesson
Hoping to learn something new, from your learning session
 
He changes how you’re standing and the way you follow through
But it’s so hard to do it differently, than you used to do
But you practise that new technique, till you think it’s OK
Then you head out for a round, to test it come what may
 
The words you use are stronger, than they’ve ever been
If God could only hear you now, he would consider it a sin
But you’ve paid for an improvement and it hasn’t come
This game is so confusing and it’s left you feeling numb
 
Wait till you get to men’s night, you’ll feel like such a fool
All this time and money spent, your friends will be so cruel
They might just not say anything and there may be no assault
Just because they’ve tried it too and had the same result

Don Hamaliuk, St. Albert

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