Nine-sense July 15, 2012 · by bethnyland · in Poetry. · Day 197 prompt: Nine (Photo credit: chispita_666) With a single nine iron At just nine years old I golfed nine holes With my ninth cousin Joel Thought dressed to the nines I found nine of the bunkers And shot nine in the drink But still ended nine under Pass this along ... Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...