Portrait

 

          

So Napowrimo has started once again. Im off to a bit of a slow start. Here is today’s poem, and hopefully there will be one every day until the end of April

 

One Perfect

Looking through a lens

The world condensed

His finger poised

Waiting for that moment

For one perfect picture

 

 

Trolley pulled in the midday sun

Selecting one club for a shot

Hovering above the ball

Waiting for the green to clear

For one perfect shot

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Par or under Par that is the question?

I know nothing of golf

As I sit and watch

The men they stand

And eye up the hole

They ponder and think

They look and look

They slice the ball

High into the air

As it lands on the green

They walk, they talk

Decide on a club

Then time to putt

To gently stroke the ball

Encouraging it into the hole

So I sit and watch

The ball flying high

I have no idea of the game

The rules the regulations

I’m as blonde as it comes

It’s either this or the racing again

Its gentle, it’s quite

It’s thinking time

No matter how much I watch

I will never get

Par Under par or birdie

Joined the Matrix

I’ve gone and done it,

I can’t believe it,

Have I become a sheep?

I’ve joined the Matrix

 

I bought an iphone,

joined the apple club

part of the Mac union

I’m now in the Matrix

 

Its white and shiny

Still in its box

I’m not quite sure what to do

I am sure someone will help me

 

I’m not really a sheep,

I’m not really in the club

I am part of the group

I know I’m in the Matrix