Perfectly Satisfied – Golf Poetry

PERFECTLY SATISFIED 
THERE was a little man, 
And a handicap he won. 
And the cup it was made of lead, lead, lead; 
It cost a dollar-five, 
But "Goodness, sakes alive, 
I'm tickled half to death," he said, said, said. 
Anonymous. 
from Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921