The Game of Golf

[Cedric Farthsbottom III]

Herbert Wise was eighty nine
James Moore was forty years younger
Similarities were few and far between
But for golf they both did hunger

A competition,between the two was made
To find out who was best
A round of only nine wee holes
Would put them both to test

By hole 8,it was four holes each
The ninth was sudden death
The excitement rising on the course
You could hardly catch your breath

Herbert started,What a drive!
It torpedoed through the air
And landed smack on the fairway
The ball stopped,without a care

James swiped as hard as he could
But for him there was no glee
The ball juddered and spluttered
And stopped under a tree

Herbert turns and says to James
"Don't worry,I made this shot long ago
If you hit the ball just hard enough
Over the tree the ball will flow"

James hit the ball as hard as he could
The ball,the club did meet
The ball bounced off the mighty tree
Landing straight back at his feet

James looks at Herbert with a grimace
"How did you make that shot?
I hit the ball as sweet as I could
Now look thats all I got"

"A but remember James my boy
It was long ago,"Herbert did sigh
"Remember when I played the shot
The tree was only three feet high"