They were his friends. (But they could be finks) Saying loudly, “The game requires you to think!” Constant badgering, as they walked the links Even more so, when he ‘landed in the drink’!
Didn’t like playing with a ball that was damp Even less, in those traps, where it loved to ‘camp’. If only there were a way, to use a ‘ramp’ Anything at all, his golf game, to ‘amp’!
But how would he take his game up a notch? Every part seemed to need a ‘re-touch’.
Guess the pros, he’d more carefully watch As he hated the sound of his ball going ‘splotch’!
He needed to steal a technique. (Become a ‘bandit’!) No doubt he required, a really great gambit! Either he had to add to his repetoire…(Expand it) Or dump every bad one…(‘Can it’!)
If not, his golf game would continue to teeter Though he hated the idea of being a cheater. But there were so many ahead of him. (Waaay behind the leader)
His ‘ice-cold’ golf game, needed a heater!