Amazingly, the people in the crowds, don’t cower From a ball hit in their direction, from the ’12 o’clock hour’! (You know it’s coming with a whole lot of power!) You’d think they’d seek the nearest ‘tower’!
They’ll stay there, all right. (Like eggs guarded by a mother hen!) (Even if their injuries, needed weeks to mend!)
Couldn’t pull themselves away. (Like crazy men)
(Who needed a ‘padded cell’…for about ‘2 to 10’!)
They didn’t mind. (That was their ‘gig’) And they ‘devoured it’, like a starving pig! For them, this was the way to ‘live’ No matter, an eye or two, they had to give!
Perhaps, if they put up some type of screen Along both sides, on the borders of the green. However, in that case, attendance could be ‘lean’ When golfers swing their 9-iron ‘canes’!
They were staying. (That choice was clear) This game was too precious. (Far too dear). Couldn’t stay away. (Had to be near) Where the ‘action was’. (Had to cheer!)