Putting Poems 21-30 of 31
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Stradivari, Amati, Del Gesu,
Torpedo’s amazing new breakthrough,
Our friends will all cheer,
As our putts disappear,
As the ball now rolls straight and true.
There once was a golfer named Moe
Who simply could not putt for doe
He got this new putter
That's better than the others
And now he's the talk of the show
Paddy thought putting was fun
So he practiced till there was no sun
The verdict was sealed
He torpedoed the field
And the Claret Jug twice now he's won
This golfer named Paddy's real nice
And he followed good putting advice
The verdict was sealed
He torpedoed the field
Now he's hoisted the Claret Jug twice
There once was a laddie named Paddy
With his putter no one could compete
To the open he'd go and won two in a row
Next year he'll try to threepete.
Two Opens in a row is no lark
As Paddy turned back the Shark
Despite the winds being unsteady
His putting trainer made him quite ready
For another year the Claret Jug will park!
Last week I viewed the Open,
To watch golfers
All whom were hopin,
Their final score would attest
A performance of 'BEST'
Because their shots and putts were less.
A veteran golfer named Mike
Searched for a putter he’d like
He used the Torpedo
And sunk putts rapido
And now has a weapon to Psych
There once was a golfer named Sutter
Whose putting stroke made him a nutter
When asked if he'll quit,
Sutter would just spit,
And think "I wish I had the Torpedo Putter!"
There once was a man named O'Brien
Whose putting game made him a lion
The lower his score,
The louder he'd roar,
"I'm glad I quit practicin' the violin!"
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