Par…A Sly Fox

The game had him in it’s pocket’
He was not .plugged in’. (Couldn’t find the ‘socket’) Maybe he could get a good deal on his club if he ‘hocked it’
Because his playing didn’t take off like a rocket.

Golfers watching, got his ‘goat’
The hand of embarrassment, clutched his throat. It was really too much for him to tote
Like some ‘water-logged’ trench coat.

Wouldn’t be so bad, if his emotions weren’t on his sleeve To the delight of mockers, they could see he was peeved. No time soon, would they choose to relieve
This ‘onslaught’, because he failed to achieve.

Par evaded him like a sly fox
Seemingly, he had the IQ of a box of rocks! He had to make a change. (‘Pull up his socks’!) Even, (if need be), play ‘out of the box’.

He definitely had to give new tactics a whirl. To avoid the label of ‘play like a girl’! Which he really hated. (It made him ‘hurl’!) Come what may, I rule that ‘golf pearl’!