I thought I would revive some long-dormant limerick writing skills and see how many I can create about the wonderful victorious European Ryder Cup team.
I managed to post a few of these on Twitter earlier today but, as you'll see, it's quite tricky to get some of these down to 140 characters...
Lee Westwood (his putting's been shocking),
Stood over a tiddler knees a-knocking
As he rolled it straight in,
turned to Kuch with a grin,
& said 'Don't blame you, the way I've been playing'
Luke Donald, who's known as The Don,
Brought down Masters champ, Bubba, 2 & 1
He led the team first,
The Yanks bubble, he burst
And the Cup would be ours yet again
A prior number 1, name of Martin,
whose form was in a downward spin
No-one foresaw,
It would be he who would roar
His final putt in for the win
A Herts boy called Ian, he roared,
when he put 4 more points on the board,
undefeated is he;
he's the Postman you see,
who cares if he lives abroad?
A man known as Lefty he clapped,
when Justin, a bomb he had slapped,
straight into the bowl
on the penultimate hole
&, what's more, a point he would trap
Whilst putting, a veteran named Jim,
celebrated before one went in.
The point, it would go,
to a man called El Nino
& again, the cup we would win
Lawrie's late form was divine,
but would he be scarred by Brookline?
As he battered the Sned,
bad thoughts fled from his head;
a 5&3 win'll do fine
Olly gave a pick to Ian Poulter,
as a choice, u cld say, what a belter!
Win after win put the Yanks in a spin
& he ended the week top points scorer
Poulter Rose & Garcia,
Colsaerts The Don & Kaymer,
Hanson & Frankie,
G-Mac & Westy
Rory & Chippy; all won it for Seve
McIlroy was the name of the pup,
his world ranking was on the way up,
his alarm clock was broken,
his warm-up was token
but we won the Ryder Cup
I am the Part-Time Golfer
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