Golf Haiku Poem: My Driver Unsheathed

The pure joy of pummeling your drive straight and far, under pressure, with your driver, is satisfying like few other things in life.   Golf club companies know this, of course, which is why driver ads outnumber all others by a healthy margin. Just remember that you don't always want to hit driver on every hole.  But nail your drives when you do!



My driver unsheathed.
Whack! The whistling ball rockets
Straight down the middle.


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