Following in the steps of Sir John Betjeman comes our own talented Lady Poet - Bobbie Rounsevell - and who has sent us the amusing and imaginative poem below
ABC of Golf
A is for Analytical, we agonise over our game, we analyse our every shot,
then make the same mistakes again.
B is for the Ball, its very small and usually white, how often it bobs
along the ground when we need it to take flight.
C is for our Ladies Captain, there’s a few ex’s here today, but don’t
fret Penny you can always sing, ‘I did it my way.’
D is for the Drop, which sometimes we can do, but first we have to prove,
it’s near to rabbit poo!
E is for Exercise to make us hearty and hale, but up and down Himalayas
seems quite beyond the pale.
F is for the Fairways, finding them is quite tough, why oh why does my
ball always end up in the rough?
G is for the Green keepers who always greet us very cheery, no wonder
cause the T’s are back and the pin positions scary
H is for the Hazards which I especially hate, the traps that get me every
time, are those before hole 8.
I is for the Irons, the perfect ones we seek, finely tuned and weighted -
I’ll get a new set next week.
J is for the sheer Joy when the perfect shot you play, and then sink a
nice long putt, it’s what gets you out next day.
K is for the Kitchen, we sneak out and shut the door, I think I’d sooner
play poor golf, than scrub the kitchen floor.
L is for the Locker room, full of gossip, chatter and noise, the perfume
and lacquer fill the air, bet it’s the same in the boys.
M if for McIlroy, young Rory’s quite a catch, he’s bagged himself a
tennis ace, guess that’s game, set and match.
N is for our (k)nobbly (K)nees our clubs an aging race, cause lots of
folk seem to have had at least one hip or knee replaced.
O is for the Opposition, a match needs concentration and guile, then
afterwards win or lose you must shake hands and smile.
P is for the Putting, the aim is to do it in one, 2’s o.k. but 3 or more
that really is no fun.
Q is for Quenching your thirst, that’s important I would say, to
celebrate completing your round, there is no better way.
R is for the Rules, the rules of golf are complicated, you’re best to
study the little book, or you could get implicated.
S is for the Scorecard, where our whole round can unfurl, if you forget
to sign the card, you’ll get Freda in a whirl.
T is for Tiger, for a while he’d lost his knack, but folks lock up your
daughters, cause I think the blighters’ back.
U is for Umbrella, so big and grand and stout, mind it doesn’t take much
wind to turn them inside out.
V is for Victory, it’s good to win and reach the highs, so good luck to
the Gammon team, let’s hope ours take the prize.
W is for the Wedge, in our bag ready for duty, the perfect pitch shot
when played can be a thing of beauty.
X is for Xmas when we’re often closed for frost, still we’ve got the
Holywell, so lucky all’s not lost.
Y is for the Youth, our Mark’s a super tutor, he and helpers share their
skills, so important for the future.
Z is for Zeal, which we have in buckets for our game, I’ll end it there
now folks, may fair play and friendship be our aim.