Welcome to Miniature Golf Week at Today's Little Ditty! Didn't know it was Miniature Golf Week? Neither did I until Laura Shovan enlightened me, bless her heart. Actually she just told me about Miniature Golf Day, which is TOMORROW people-- get your putt on! Miniature Golf Week was entirely my doing. Laura was the featured poet in Limerick Alley this past Tuesday, starting us off with a delightfully goofy, golf-related ditty. But now I'm taking that ball and running with it... well, actually whacking at it with a club and hoping for the best.
Today's little ditty draws upon memories of our own family mini golf outings, when my children were but wee munchkins with nothing to lose but their competitive spirit.
Golf Day
I pick a club that’s just my size
and ball so bright it hurts my eyes,
then place it on the perfect spot
to give that ball a great big swat!
Swing once… a miss.
Swing twice… just air.
The third time, with a bit more care…
Going
going
going…
THWACK!
It hits the wall,
starts
rolling
back.
Oh no you don’t!
I won’t be beat.
Don’t need the club,
I’ll use my feet
to kick
and chase you
to the hole….
At last
that
ball
drops
i
n
t
h
e
bowl.
My da says, “That’s not how it’s done,”
but he’s just sore because I won.
Tabatha Yeatts holds the score card today at The Opposite of Indifference, so check out all the players in the Poetry Friday roundup. Mini pencils for all!




