Other golfers seemed to flow, like a horses’ mane Time and again he asked, “Why can’t I do the same?” ’Twas like they drove fast cars. (And he, a crane!) He had other comparisons. (Too embarrassing to name)!
They made good time; picking up ‘steam’.
Their game practically shone. (Appeared to beam)! Could he ‘hook up’ with them? (Maybe join their team?) They’d allow him, wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t be mean.
He knew that success, was NOT the luck of the draw. That it required you to operate certain laws.
Not figuring out what they were, stuck in his ‘craw’
He’d have to build his ‘golf house’, with something stronger than ‘straw’!
His club hadn’t ‘tasted par’ in a long time. (It was greedy) If it had a ‘face’, it would look ‘needy’.
Didn’t want to cheat…it would look ‘seedy’
Like someone in a dark alley. (Eyes looking ‘beady’).
There was no plea. (No weak excuse to ‘cop’) It is not possible, the truth, to top
To explain why his game continued to drop Why little by little, his effectiveness was cropped!