The Score – Golf Poetry
THE SCORE I SWUNG the club with all my force When starting 'round the Midland course. I hit the ground while on the tee, And broke my club — that cost me 3.00 Next time I hit the tiny pill, And aimed it at a distant hill, The ball was lost — an awful drive — And I was stung for .86 But just a moment after that A speeding golf ball smashed my hat. This golfing game is mighty fine — The hat had cost 8.49 And then it started in to rain, And rained with all its might and main ; This pasture pool is sure great fun — To press my suit cost even 1.00 This game of golf is fine, they say; But me for tennis or croquet ! Some games cost less and some cost more, But this one cost 8.34
By Claude H. Gamble, in the 1921 collection Lyrics of the Links
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