{"id":130,"date":"2011-07-21T16:49:03","date_gmt":"2011-07-21T16:49:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/?page_id=130"},"modified":"2017-05-15T22:00:01","modified_gmt":"2017-05-15T22:00:01","slug":"all-about-golf","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/?page_id=130","title":{"rendered":"Little White Ball"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting still and pristine on the tee<\/p>\n<p>(with \u201cdefy\u201d at the core of its bind)<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s a simple inanimate object<\/p>\n<p>that embodies the angst of your mind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Its logos are costly disguises \u2011<\/p>\n<p>Which is why you pay dear for a sleeve.<\/p>\n<p>And devil? Or angel?\u00a0 You&#8217;ll just never know<\/p>\n<p>till <strong>after<\/strong> your club face it leaves.<\/p>\n<p>Just think of the shots you\u2019ve let fly &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>first you yell, maybe swear, <strong>then<\/strong> despair,<\/p>\n<p>because deaf to your cursing entreaties,<\/p>\n<p>The Little White Ball don&#8217;t play fair.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oh, sometimes it lands in the short grass<\/p>\n<p>where it can be happily found.<\/p>\n<p>But mostly it lands where it loves to:<\/p>\n<p>into ponds; behind trees; out of bounds.<\/p>\n<p>Silly you &#8230; you think you are the master?<\/p>\n<p>That you are the one in control?<\/p>\n<p>Then why did your drive hit the cart barn<\/p>\n<p>and your chip hit a telephone pole?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>By now I think you get the lesson<\/p>\n<p>and it&#8217;s one you can take to the bank &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>you must be kind to The Little White Ball<\/p>\n<p>to side\u2011step the skull and the shank.<\/p>\n<p>Your handicap may be eleven.<\/p>\n<p>Your handicap may be your head.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Or maybe it rests in the knee\u2011knocking tests<\/p>\n<p>of those simple three footers instead &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Oh hell, go spend years on the range (!)<\/p>\n<p>perfecting each least little thing &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Teach your hands to release just as easy as pie<\/p>\n<p>like the ultimate Ernie Els swing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You could mimic Tiger\u2019s great skill and heart<\/p>\n<p>or the genius of Arnie and Jack;<\/p>\n<p>you can pray for the touch of Se Ri Pak\u2019s hands<\/p>\n<p>or Annika\u2019s focus on track.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Buy a new set of clubs every weekend!<\/p>\n<p>Spend your money and time with some pro.<\/p>\n<p>Go ahead! (It&#8217;s all futile and pointless)<\/p>\n<p>cause here\u2019s <strong>everything <\/strong>you need to know:<\/p>\n<p>Golf\u2019s a witchcraft belonging to wizards<\/p>\n<p>and a hell mastered only by saints.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a rainbow plus quicksand plus terror<\/p>\n<p>whose secrets are learned through your pain.<\/p>\n<p>So the moral of this little ditty?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Well &#8230; whatever your game&#8217;s rise and fall &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>first you MUST make nice with the Golf Gods,<\/p>\n<p>then make peace with The Little White Ball.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>C\u00a0 CINDA\u00a0\u00a0 2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting still and pristine on the tee (with \u201cdefy\u201d at the core of its bind) it&#8217;s a simple inanimate object that embodies the angst of your mind. &nbsp; Its logos are costly disguises \u2011 Which is why you pay dear for a sleeve. And devil? Or angel?\u00a0 You&#8217;ll just never know till after your club&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":214,"menu_order":1,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-130","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/130","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=130"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/130\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":216,"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/130\/revisions\/216"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetry.luckycinda.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=130"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}