Following Europe's dramatic and inspiring Ryder Cup win back in the autumn, I wrote some limericks about the fantastic triumph (read them here). With a week to go until the Masters kicks off, I thought I'd have another bash at this. Enjoy.
Rory's off to Augusta (he plays Nike)
In '11 his aplomb took a hike
His W count's zero
So he's playing Valero
Gold in golfing, not acting, sure he'll strike
Marcel won in the King's back garden;
dipped out on the Masters - tiny margin
He won wire-to-wire
His game is on fire
Needs a haircut though - truly shockin'
We wait, at the
Majors, year on year
For a British-born winner to cheer
So near yet so far
But still no cigar
Maybe in '13 the Jacket’s coming here?
Lee Westwood has not
had much luck
Round Augusta's slick greens he's unstuck
But his scrambling's got better
And he's definitely fitter
Here's hoping he won't putt like a...high handicapper
Paul Casey's not
Or very much else for that matter
He fell off a board
Hurt his shoulder - oh gawd
You reap what you sow, you great chopper
A looper called Steve (he's a Kiwi)
Lugged a mate's bag when he should've been
Waiting for Woods
To deliver the goods
Now he is; Steve Williams - where is he?
In '11 on Holly, Luke chipped in
The crowd they went wild - what a din!
He posted a number
For the others to ponder
But Charl, he scored better to win
I am the Part-Time Golfer