Golf Limerick: My Putter is About To Get Bent

We all feel the rage when we we blow a putt we've made a hundred times before.  Only a good friend would be brave enough to give you a hard time in this situation, like the one in this poem:



My putter is about to get bent.
Aimed straight, but right the ball went.
My friend provides no sympathy.
"Calm down, be cool," says he.
"Poor musicians blame their instrument!"


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