Unfortunately, with poor putting, there’s more to come! Even if the spectators remained ‘mum’
They’ll still think of you as a bum!
There were days, of course, when you were on fire No one could touch you. (Like you were a brier!) No need to cheat today. (Forget being a liar) Maybe you could be a coach for hire.
But you also knew when your game is in ‘the bowl’ Those ‘dirty traps’, had taken their toll!
When it seemed even the ball, didn’t want to roll! No good ‘cards’ in your hand. (Time to fold!)
This round of golf, should ‘rest in peace’
”A miserable game!” is what you called the ‘deceased’. It was no use. (Those ‘gears’ couldn’t be ‘greased’) Better try again, when the sun rises in the East!
Despite all your best swings. (Your best hits) Golf, like an 800lb gorilla on you, STILL sits! (I know, I know!) It’s the pits!)
But FINALLY beating it, is WHY you LOVE this game to bits!