As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money; <br /> I shall always be a member of the dubs; <br />There are times my style is positively funny; <br /> I am awkward in my handling of the clubs. <br />I am not a skillful golfer, nor a plucky, <br /> But this about myself I proudly say- <br />When I win a hole by freaky stroke or lucky, <br /> I never claim I played the shot that way. <br /> <br />There are times, despite my blundering behavior, <br /> When fortune seems to follow at my heels; <br />Now and then I play supremely in her favor, <br /> And she lets me pull the rankest sort of steals; <br />She'll give to me the friendliest assistance, <br /> I'll jump a ditch at times when I should not, <br />I'll top the ball and get a lot of distance- <br /> But I don't claim that's how I played the shot. <br /> <br />I've hooked a ball when just that hook I needed, <br /> And wondered how I ever turned the trick; <br />I've thanked my luck for what a friendly tree did, <br /> Although my fortune made my rival sick; <br />Sometimes my shots turn out just as I planned 'em, <br /> The sort of shots I usually play, <br />But when up to the cup I chance to land 'em, <br /> I never claim I played 'em just that way. <br /> <br />There's little in my game that will commend me; <br /> I'm not a shark who shoots the course in par; <br />I need good fortune often to befriend me; <br /> I have my faults and know just what they are. <br />I play golf in a desperate do-or-die way, <br /> And into traps and trouble oft I stray, <br />But when by chance the breaks are coming my way, <br /> I do not claim I played the shots that way.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golf-luck/
