I joined a golf club, the game seemed easy relaxing and healthy, I gave it a go
Equipped with gear that cost me a fortune
I got my first lessen from the resident Pro.
On entering the Club House I heard members talking
Of eagles, birdies, bogeys and pars.
What do they mean? My mind kept exploring
Aliens fro space, Jupiter or Mars?
When I stepped up to take the first tee shot
The professionals order made me feel small,
Confusion and terror had new taken over
At his crisp command ‘Please address the Ball.’
In disbelief I stood staring, what did he mean?
I knew I should strike it to get it away
But to address it now, that was the question
How to do that, or what should I say.
In time I mastered the golfing language but never grasped the hang of the game
I gave it up, it was an unusual experience
To have played on a golf course if only in name.