The Three Fates – Golf Poetry

The Three Fates – Golf Poetry

THE THREE FATES 

WHEN with a vicious body twist 
Your waist beats out your lagging wrist. 
And arms snatched jerkily to breast 
Tell plainly to the world you've pressed — 
That's Slice ! 

And when with sweeping forward move 
You shove the club-head down the groove, 
So that your hands — and all of you — 
Come trailing in the follow-through — 
That's Hook! 

But when with rhythm smooth and sweet. 
Well-poised and steady on the feet, 
Unmoving head, unhurried eye, 
You sweep the ball straight as a die — 
That's Heaven ! 

Joseph Chapman in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921