They would play golf, no matter the weather Golfers’ determination, is tough like leather. This was their playground. (Comrades together) ’Flocking’ to the green. (Like birds of a feather)!
Away with them, this game had swept
(With an iron grip, around the neck!)
The obsession was no bother to them
Heck! They’d even play, if the course were a wreck!
This was the only game where they often wept (And in the next swing, cart wheeled and leapt)! The ‘story’ was all in the score they kept Pain or exhilaration, was in every step!
May seem like an easy game. (Simple and sweet)
(But don’t step into the ‘kitchen’, if you can’t stand the heat!) Bogeys will turn your face red like beets
Sands will feel like you’re playing in peat!
If you hit the links without a clue: Get used to being ‘shades of blue’! Not to mention stomach turning to ‘goo’ If the ball isn’t hit, straight and true!