Poetry by Roy Bliss ©
THE LADY GOLFER
A LADY GOLFER AT NUDGEE WITH A FRIEND ON THE COURSE
SHE TEED UP THE BALL WHICH SHE HIT WITH GREAT FORCE.
A DRIVE DOWN THE MIDDLE, ONE TRIES TO ENTICE
BUT THIS CROSSED THE FAIRWAY IN ONE GIGANTIC SLICE.
IT HIT ROLLY SO HARD ON A TENDER PART.
THE PAIN WAS INTENSE FROM THE VERY START.
WITH HIS HANDS CLUTCHED TOGETHER, LOW ON HIS TORSO
HE GROANED, WAVED BACK AND FORTH, THE PAIN GETTING MORE SO.
THE LADY GOLFER RAN OVER TO OFFER ASSISTANCE.
ROLLY STRAIGHTENED AND BENT AND SHOWED SOME RESISTANCE.
SHE WAS THERE WITH POOR ROLLY AS HE STARTED TO CURSE.
SHE SAID, "I'M SO SORRY AND I'M A TRAINED NURSE."
SHE INSISTED ON HELPING AND LOOSENED BOTH SIDES
AND IN NO TIME AT ALL SHE HAD HER HANDS IN HIS STRIDES.
TO GIVE HIM RELIEF SHE USED HER MEDICAL SKILL.
ROLLY CLUTCHING HIS HANDS, HE FELT SUCH A DILL.
SHE SAID, "NOW IT'S OVER, IT WILL GIVE YOU RELIEF."
NOW CAME ROLLY'S FIRST GRIN AND IT SHOWED DISBELIEF.
"IN A SHORT TIME," SHE SAID, "YOU SHOULD FEEL BETTER AND WELL."
HE SAID, "THANKS, THAT WAS LOVELY BUT MY BRUISED THUMB HURTS LIKE HELL."
Roy W. Bliss.
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