Poems on sport

GOLF

In Snooker it's known as a pocket,
In football they call it a goal,
But "Game, set and mattch"
Is hardly a patch
On that thing known in golf as a "HOLE".

To the layman it's absolute rubbish,
He wouldn't know how to begin it;
To the Golfer, his soul
Is that little round hole,
And the little white ball that goes in it.

To the golfer football is barbaric
So let them get on with it their way,
For there's naught like the swing
And the click and the zing!
As the ball disappears down the fairway.

To the golfer there's nothing to beat it,
To them Golf is second to none,
And they dream every night
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