He loved those ‘green holes’. (But to her, they were black) each one was against her. (An ‘eighteen-high’ stack!) What could she do against this formidable ‘rack’? And why did he love to run on this ‘track’?
In golf’s ‘green arms’, he was like a kitty
Alone, and unwanted, in the big mean city.
And FINALLY, golf looked on him with pity! And from then on, this sport with joy, made him giddy!
”Why did he enjoy swinging that ‘staff’? ”What’s the appeal of playing with a ‘mast’? ”Makes no sense! What a laugh!
”The level of his IQ must be at half!”
She didn’t like golf. (“But at least it was posh.”) His plan of getting her to play, was completely awash! At the merest hint of it, she was sure to squash! He didn’t want to ‘decorate’ the wall as a splotch!
There wasn’t much compassion to be drawn from her ‘bank’
Indeed, there was just a drizzle, at the bottom of the ‘tank’ From her ‘granite face’, he often shrank
Hoping, like a little boy, wouldn’t be spanked!