The following is in response to Chel Owen’s Terrible Poetry Contest where we were asked to take the first line of a famous poem and then rewrite the rest as [the poet] see(s) fit. Bonus points if [you] use the original meter and rhyming scheme. My poem is a (terrible) golfer take on Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” except on the golf course in the morning. Hope you enjoy.
Stomping My Woods on My Round This Morning
Whose woods these are I think I know
Their place is on the golf course though
He Rory‘s up a Tiger tail
In anger bent and gave a throw
My little cart may think it Strange
To watch him stomp around insane
Swearing, cursing and Spiething nails
Please end this round and end the Payne
My caddy’s head begins to shake
As if to say it’s a mistake
Rolled up cuff, the language Fowler
As he wades right into the lake…
At the next tee, I’m Jacked to see
If I can hit the green in three
And now my woods wrapped ’round a tree
And now my woods wrapped ’round a tree
Chel Owens, Terrible Poetry Contest.
Challenge: Take the first line of a famous poem and then rewrite the rest.
Date: 2022-05-05 | Tags: #terriblepoetrycontest
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Too clever, Greg -especially that last line! It’s masterful!
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Oh I see what you did there, a hole in one at Augusta. Definitely worthy of the green jacket!
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😉 Glad you did!
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