A poem about golf by ee cummings lite

I asked Bing AI to write a poem about golf in the style off ee cummings. It didn’t turn out well:

golf is a game of swings and putts
where the ball flies high and falls in ruts
the grass is green and the sky is blue
and the players are all in their Sunday best too

the clubs are long and the balls are small
and the holes are far away, but that’s not all
the wind can blow and the rain can fall
but golfers will play through it all

so if you’re looking for a game that’s fun
and you want to spend some time in the sun
grab your clubs and hit the links
and see what kind of score you can bring

I’m confident we wouldn’t know who ee cummings was if he turned in dreck like this. Now, I am not 100 percent opposed to tacky writing. It can come in handy in the right context. But that case doesn’t exist here. This is just bad. BUT, for the right amount of money, I’ll record it as a rap tune and submit it to record labels. Let me know how much you can “invest” in my project.