He’d seek other’s advice….wouldn’t be a ‘mule’. In ignorance, don’t dwell, playing it cool. That’s for other players…don’t join their pool. Get knowledge and guidance….use these tools.
Control over his golf game, he sought to marshall. The blood sweat and tears are worth the hastle.
Yes,…bogeys will hang around like annoying tassels
They’ll attack like ogres storming a castle.
Over the draw bridge, across the moat
They’ll come on strong, with depression they tote. ”I’ll be a great golfer,” you must often quote Ensure that doubt has no vote.
Though your golf game seems lost in a fog And miles and miles of ‘course’ you’ve logged Keep searching…you’ll soon find that ‘missing cog’ That keeps your ‘golf machine’ from running smooth as ‘nog’.
Hunt down par, as a lion hunts meat.
The thrill of the chase. The ‘prey’ so sweet. This won’t happen,…your rear parked on a seat Get on out there….FEEL THE HEAT!!