First drive the golf ball, into the blue
One time it rolled,(and settled into dog ‘goo’)! Not many people knew about that. (Fortunately few). And tried to make the switch to a ball, (brand new).
He just comes to the course to drive some ‘rocks’ The sand trap awaited….the dreaded ‘box’!
Ten swings, he’d be there. (Putting much in his socks). He wasn’t going anywhere. (He was ‘locked’).
His luck often dried up like a raison.
This means he was certainly due for a ‘hazin’.
Many offered their counsel, “Your time you’re-a- waistin’!” His ego would definitely take a ‘pastin’!
News of a new course made his eyes ‘pop’
This demanded a new golf shirt…demanded he shop! For this, a pretty penny, he’d often drop
Although his golf partners, usually thought it was a ‘flop’!
To him, a rainy day, was like sucking lime. He couldn’t speak. (Only gesture, like a mime). Even worse, was playing from behind! He felt the game moved slow, like Father Time!