Ballade Of The Golfer In Love

In the "foursome" some would fain Find nepenthe for their woe; Following through shine or rain Where the "greens" like satin show; But I vote such sport as "slow"— Find it rather glum and gruesome; With a little maid I know I would play a quiet "twosome"! In the "threesome," some maintain, Lies excitement's gayest glow— Strife that mounts unto the brain Like the sparkling Veuve Clicquot; My opinion? Nay, not so! Noon or eve or morning dewsome With a little maid I know I would play a quiet "twosome"! Bays of glory some would gain With grim "Bogey" for their foe; (He's a bogey who's not slain Save one smite with canny blow!) Yet I hold this tame, and though My refrain seems trite, 'tis truesome; With a little maid I know I would play a quiet "twosome"! |envoy| Comrades all who golfing go, Happiness—if you would view some— With a little maid you know, Haste and play a quiet "twosome"!