The Hole in One
Golf is such a silly game, it sends you round the twist
Thinking of the drives you duffed and the putts you missed!
Struggling in the bunkers and hacking in the rough
Sometimes we make this simple game seem extremely tough.
Iain was having such a game when we played today.
Even on the first tee he couldn’t drive away.
He fell so far behind us he could not be seen
Hitting several air shots and missing on the green.
He was so despondent he might have been excused
For any bleeps and asterisks in the language that he used.
Thus it was a sorry boy who climbed unto the tee
To play unto the eighth green betwixt young Mick and me.
There was the nervous waggle of the eight iron in his hand
As he viewed the flagstick just beyond the sand!
More in hope and desperation than any great belief
He swung the club quite freely and then, to his relief
The ball flew in a graceful arc the way he had intended
It seemed to us who watched it that time had been suspended!
Up, and up, and up, it went in the clear blue sky
Till it’s zenith had been reached, then falling by and by.
It travelled through the ether as if under Iain’s control,
Bounced just once upon the green and vanished down the hole!
There was much rejoicing before the day was done
Iain is the very first of us to have a hole in one!
None of us begrudge him the glory he has earned
For surely there is something. a lesson we have learned.
No matter how you’re playing it is understood
When you least expect it there may be something good!
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