His ‘price’ for par, was getting less steep. Not a stretch to believe. Not a big leap. To believe he’d soon be at the top of the ‘heap’, The path was now set…persistence to keep.
Others preferred dogs and cats. (Golf , was his pet). His love for it carved in stone…mind well set! To those other courses, he wish he could jet. Pity bogeys he usually seemed to net.
A golfer, from the heart, seemed his lot
The severest ‘golf-bug’, he seemed to have got. Perhaps slipped a love potion (cooked in a nefarious ‘pot’).
With all the finest spices….made extra hot.
With a hole-in-one, he felt such power! More fresh the air smelled. Sweeter the flowers! He could climb the world’s tallest tower! He could look at the replays for hours!
To hear, “Golf is SO BORING!”, stirred
his bile.
Were it not for self-control, they’d be in a deep ‘pile!’ In fact, he needed to calm down for a while Or their faces, his blows would tile!