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Golf Poem

by Vincenzo DiGiuseppe, 2026

I walk to go hit the ball off the tee

I go walk around and look for my ball

I take my next shot to avoid a tree

I then notice where the ball might fall

I try to get on the green in one shot

I hope for it to roll into the hole

I am happy so I begin to trot

In the hole my primary goal

I am now beginning to take the lead

I continue counting the score to cheer

My opponent is beginning to plead

As I look at my opponent with fear

I count the score and officially won

I believe that this was extremely fun