He loved the golf game. (But it made him cuss). Getting out of bunkers, required such a fuss! He didn’t cry, though. (Wasn’t a wuss)
He knew his ‘tail’, on this ‘journey’, he’d have to bust!
Sand traps caused him to ‘dig a hole to China’ (And the ruffs on the course, weren’t any kinder!) Those water hazards were nothing minor He may as well have been wearing blinders!
To those who think golf is such a bore,
He’s come to the conclusion, “Their mind’s on tour!” ”Didn’t they see the skill? (Hard to ignore!”) ”Give me five minutes with them! (Common sense would pour!”
”Not taking the time to learn the game! It’s their fault!” ”It also wouldn’t hurt if they lay off the malt!” ”No due diligence!, was the term he called
”It’s what they needed!” (“Like fish need salt”!)
It would take much, his love of this game to quell A ‘fresh-cut course’, he loved to smell.
Though to many people, it wasn’t hard to tell
As on the green, rather than home, he preferred to dwell!