Sweet Prince Rory! O Sweet Prince

By: Noah Capelli

Come my beautiful man from the UK,

Follow your friends to Augusta, get your clubs ready,

Have you your tight golf pants? have you your beautiful face?

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

We cannot choke in the biggest moments anymore,

We must march my king, we must bear the brunt of our foe DeChambeau,

While you, Rory, are still young, we depend on you,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

O you Rory, eastern Rory,

So talented, full of action, full of manly swings with your driver,

For I see you Rory, I see you ready to take your green jacket,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

It’s now day one of the tournament. Your time has come,

It’s time to tee off. You bring out your big driver, for a big boy, and swing with all your might,

Day one didn’t go your way, you’ll get them tomorrow,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

The following two days were the same,

My beautiful boy, you are now 12 under par,

 My future champion, you will receive everything you deserve,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

It is now Sunday. It is now time to leave the past behind,

It is the day that Rory McIlroy finally wins the Masters,

Forget about your choke job in 2011, for the grass is always greener,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

The time for your final put is here,

I know you can do it. You just need to believe in yourself,

I have faith in you, but you end up messing up, and overtime is needed,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

Down to the final hole you are,

Your competition misses a put, and settles for par,

Your green jacket is now just a birdie away, my king, and you sink the shot,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

On the final stroke the ball drops into the hole,

The entire world is watching,

The moment you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived,

Sweet prince Rory! O Sweet prince!

Inspired by Walt Whitman