TIGER TURF

TIGER TURF

Roger A. Davis

I'm a long time TV fan of golf; a couch potato caddy for forty-some years.
A TV Arnie's army recruit, had a Golden Bear affair and a Watson wannabe spree.
You name a duffer, I’ve shared their shanks, they suffered.
V.J., Phil, Sergio, O'Mear, Duval and Daly, the list is long of my companions;
they are all my champions.
Golf, A GOOD WALK SPOILED (John Feinstein, author)

This poem is for Tiger and my fellow birdie watchers.


British and Buick
Forty-nine and fifty
That's pretty nifty

Twenty-eight birdies
Another record, bloke
He's back, no joke

His Dad, that was sad
His open tears
Among the cheers

Sunday's orange shirt
The TW black cap
Hurray, ole chap

Wedge for the sand
Iron out of the ruff
Almost always, close enough

Tiger's long woods
His many eagle tries
Can be peers' demise

What does his future hold?
His approach shots will be bold
The history of golf will be retold
Because Tiger's turf broke the mold