A golfer hit into the rough. <br />The ball landed on an ant hill. <br />The golfer swore some nasty stuff, <br />And threw his club as golfers will. <br />Then took another club and swung. <br />Lots of dirt and sand and ants flew. <br />But in the same spot the ball hung. <br />So then what did the golfer do? <br />Swung again but the ball still stayed. <br />Dirt and sand and ants flew instead. <br />The golfer hacked in a tirade. <br />One of the remaining ants said, <br /> <br />'I don't know about you ants all, ' <br />'But I'm gonna get on the ball.'<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-ball/
