Will your golf game ‘run-a-ground’, on the ‘shoal’? Will your ‘present’ be par, or a lump of coal? Depends, of course, on how well you swing the ‘pole’ And, of course, how the ball rolls.
But 2 over par, was what he was battin’
This, unfortunately, was a familiar pattern.
He would love it, if golf and he, could get to ‘chattin’’ But it was like he spoke English, and golf Latin!
He couldn’t believe his eyes, when he looked at these places A perfect setting for play. (A perfect oasis)!
A place ‘locked in time’. (A never-ending ‘stasis’) But it’s cruel ‘personality’, didn’t match it’s elegant ‘graces’.
The worst, you know, are all those sand grains They had to be EVERY golfer’s bane!
And sometimes, even the best ‘cane’
Can’t prevent the ball, down it’s banks, to drain!
No matter the golfer, the course, laid down the ‘law’ Some, which in the back of your mind, will always ‘knaw’.
Often seen as scapegoats, when golfers stop and pause
On why they lost. (“That had to be the cause!”)