Young Lady of Yore – Golf Limerick

There was a young lady of yore, 
Who won handicap prizes galore, 
They put her at scratch, 
But she won every match. 
For she never could count about four.

From Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921

In fairness, given the number of handicap inflaters and sand baggers I have seen, it more likely should read:

There once was a young MAN of yore
Who won handicap prizes galore,
They put him at scratch
But he won every match
For never could count above four.