If golf was a waste, he’d have to see proof Let them show WHY it made him a goof! If not, expect a punch to the gut! (Oof!) If so, towards the game, he’d become aloof!
Did golf’s ‘sweet music’, it play on a harp?
And cause his sense of logic to warp?
Did it pull the wool over his eyes? (Maybe a tarp?) Over the course of his obsession, was he now less sharp?
Golf fit him perfectly. (Like ‘fairytale porridge!) Other games were at the back of his mind. (In ‘storage!’) No matter the course fees. (He’d gladly pay a ‘mortgage’!) But to tell his wife, he’d need truck loads of courage!
Especially because lots of money, he wasn’t ‘rakin’! She would surely come to believe he was ‘taken.’ He might come up with a good excuse. (If he wasn’t shakin’! (Imagining she’d ‘cook his bacon’!
Approaching the front door, his sweat began to ‘bead’ Praying silently, his ‘dough’, she wouldn’t kneed! On first sight, her face, he’d carefully read
To see whether this required him, to beg and plead!