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 ...Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...