The Pillow Score – Golf Poetry

The Pillow Score – Golf Poetry

THE PILLOW SCORE 

MY first drive was a beauty — clean 
Two hundred yards and thirty more ; 
My brassey took me to the green, 
Where I ran down an easy four. 

The second hole I made in par; 
I tied with bogey on the third; 
My drives were straight and true and far. 
The ball went sailing like a bird. 

My putting eye was deadly true, 
And all my iron shots were fine; 
Luck swelled my score a stroke or two. 
But I went out in thirty-nine. 

The tricky tenth I got in three; 
The thirteenth, where I pulled my drive, 
Looked bad, but luckily for me, 
A long putt put me down in five. 

With threes and fours for all the rest. 
In spite of some unlucky lies, 
The score I made was much my best,
And brought me the Directors' prize. 

My driving and my putting, too, 

Were simply perfect, as I've said; 
This all occurred when I was through 

And played the game again— in bed. 

S. E. Kiser
from Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921