Shayari Bazar

A lullaby for Golfers: In My Hand I Hold A Ball White And Dimpled And Rather Small Oh How Bland It Does Appear This Harmless Looking Little Sphere By Its Size I Could Not Guess The Awesome Strength It Does Possess But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell I ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game It Rules My Mind For Hours On End; A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry And Hate Myself And Want To Die It Promises Me A Thing Called Par If I Hit It Straight And Far To Master Such A Tiny Ball Should Not Be Very Hard At All But My Desires The Ball Refuses And Does Exactly As It Chooses It Hooks And Slices Dribbles And Dies And Disappears Before My Eyes Often It Will Have A Whim To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul If Only It Would Find The Hole It s Made Me Whimper Like A Pup And Swear That I Will Give It Up And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow But The Ball Knows: I ll Be Back Tomorrow