[MMLP]

The main cat on this turf after climbing the ranks
an anger preserved for colliding with cats.
A titan of mammals with a signature roar.
A lion who battled till he finished them all
with each swing he would soar and he wouldn’t hold back.
Competition would fall as lunch in his hands,
the woods was a map and each strike was precise.
He stood in a stance just biding his time.
The eye of the tiger with aiming as sharp,
the mind of a fighter who scaled the parks,
making his mark till the mantle was claimed.
Females were charmed and basked in his gaze
but revelations escaped from a mob of cougars
and the families pain meant a rocky future.
The despondent ruler was losing his grip,
he'd forgot manoeuvrers and he usually hissed
but he refuses to quit, a defiance had begun.
Proving his grit by tightening his clutch,
that diamond in the rough was beginning to fade
he might of given up but his disciplines maintained.
Although just chipping away in a bunkers sand.
He isn’t the same but he’s coming back
His love and passion is playing golf
and this hunger’s dragged him to the eighteenth hole
its all he came to know with the pressure still on
the majors slowed down but he never will stop
The momentum will swap to Woods as he grips the putter
Everyone’s watching.... sink this putt........ and he wins Augusta