Before each swing, is time for pause
With visions of how far it’ll soar
Pity you didn’t remember to say, “FORE!”
Someone’s been ‘clocked’ by a golf ball. (Oh yeah. It’s your’s!)
They’re coming your way. (Muscles pumping ‘juice’) Was it possible to broker a truce?
Was he headed for ‘death row’? (And a tightening noose?) That was much preferred to ‘bowels set loose!’
Would he beat on you like a ‘demented drummer’? Could you avoid the oncoming ‘slumber’? If only your head had own ‘bumper’!
This day wouldn’t be such a bummer.
His face was war-like! (That scary visage!) What are the chances he’d give you ‘safe passage’? Give him your clubs. (Throw in a massage) Flowers couldn’t hurt. (Make a corsage!)
Think man! Think! (Something drastic!)
(Unless you can avoid a vicious, fast hit!)
A show of force, would only be ‘plastic’!
That sandwich for lunch? (He was about to ‘cast it’!)