The Pope met with the College of Cardinals to discuss a proposal from Shimon Peres, the former leader of Israel.
“Your holiness,” said one of the Cardinals, “Mr. Peres wants to determine whether Jews or Catholics are superior, by challenging you to a golf match.”
The Pope was greatly disturbed, as he had never held a golf club in his life.
“Not to worry,” said the Cardinal, “We’ll call America and talk to Jack Nicklaus. We’ll make him a Cardinal, he can play Shimon Peres … We can’t lose!”
Everyone agreed it was a good idea. The call was made and, of course, Jack was honored and agreed to play.
The day after the match, Nicklaus reported to the Vatican to inform the Pope of his success in the match. “I came in second, your Holiness,” said Nicklaus.
“Second?!” exclaimed the surprised Pope. “You came in second to Shimon Peres?!”
“No,” said Nicklaus, “second to Rabbi Woods.”
There was a golfer from Verdun
Who was not to be outdone.
To avoid glitches
He carried spare britches
In case he got a hole in one.
It’s hard to suppress Iron Mike’s
Obsession to bite what he likes
So if he’s seen nuthin’ grander
Than the ears of Evander
Then Mike bites if he likes? Yikes!
There was a young man, who loved football,
He was waiting for the NFL to call,
While watching games and drinking beer,
He watched his chin and gut grow near,
And now he’s in no shape to play Foosball
There once was a guy named Matt.
He played with a ball and bat.
When asked why,
He would reply:
“I just wanted to wear my hat”
There was a boy played basketball.
When ever he run he also fall.
He run between the guys.
But his dream never realized.
Because his body was too small.