A BOGEY DREAM
A NOTED golfer in a dream
Once drove a ball so clean
It sailed right through the summer sky
And landed on the green.
It did not stop at number one.
Great guns! Upon my soul!
It bounded on from green to green
Right near the eighteenth hole
It spun around a moment,
Then ceased its speedy spin;
The wind blew out the flagstick, and
The little ball rolled in.
R. G. Holland in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921
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