Tag: golf poetry

THE REASON You are old, Father William," the young man said. "And your swing has become…

THE SUPREME TEST THE suitor warmly pressed his suit; (You know the suit I mean) ;…

THOUGH one may never hope to gain A permanent proficiency, The merest duffer may attain A…

FOOZLESOME'S SPRING SONG Now some may like a blithesome sea. And some the mountain peaks, And…

PERFECTLY SATISFIED THERE was a little man, And a handicap he won. And the cup it…