Is golf a religion…?
To some I suppose,
To me I don’t like the clothes,
Dressed so pretty, smelling like a rose,
Addressing the ball, in the sun they are overexposed…
Dreams of the day when one plays for the PGA,’
Money and favors just to one round play,
They even do play when the sky is quite gray,
The club does attract a bolt from the golf gods, what more can I say…
Hauling around a bag of clubs,
Look out there in the bushes, a mother & her cub,
The ball gets stuck in a sand pit or shrubs,
Lose a stroke you do then off to the pub…
A game of little knowledge,
To join the course one has to pledge,
Built and filled in it was from a marsh with a dredge,
Personally I might if I played go over the edge…
© ed ~ 12/12/05
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