Stomping My Woods on My Round This Morning

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

Video Credit: Unknown, embedded from YouTube
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook. All Rights Reserved.

4 thoughts on “Stomping My Woods on My Round This Morning

  1. Pingback: WINNER of the Terrible Poetry Contest 5/19/2022

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