Rabbit’s Foot Gives Golfer Str

Whish went the club as golfer takes a swing.
Clunk contact made his ears start to ring,
for he’d hit hard ground and not the ball,
vibrating sound was heard by all.

He tried again ball to address,
this time better, more or less.
“Fore” he shouts as ball takes flight,
hoping it doesn’t hit anyone, yet thinking that it might.

To his remorse it’s veered off course
and is heading for the lake.
Puffing, panting golfer
following in its wake.

Ball starts to drop,
then with a mighty plop
it lands in water cold
followed by golfer bold.
With a swash and a swish
he frightens all the fish.
Four-iron thrashing
water splashing,
golfer getting wet,
but he’s not done yet.
Then with a swish and a swash
he frees ball from the wash.

It’s heading for the green,
but there’s something in between
Carrot crunching rabbit
who always made a habit,
of taking tea
on the stroke of three,
the commotion had heard
and was now running scared,
for whizzing ball was headed
straight for he.

With a click of his heels he turned about.
“Look out-look out” too late the shout,
for ball had hit him on the head,
then bounced in the hole leaving him dead.

There came a cheering from the crowd,
for now he was six under,
the golfer par,
the rabbit feet,
lucky, makes you wonder

This poem was written/submitted by william thomas dodd.