Some might say that God had a plan <br />For every other woman, child and man, <br />To grab a club and hurry, hurry <br />Onto the green no later than early. <br />To hit little balls into the air. <br />Where do they fall? Somewhere out there. <br />'Twas Babe, Palmer, The Bear, and Ben.. <br />Now Tiger's throngs are puttin' to win. <br />I know not why it rules their souls, <br />This little ball.. this little hole. <br />In short I'm wet.. I stand ashake. <br />My favorite ball fell in the lake.<br /><br />H H Rutledge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golf-2/
