If Aliens came down to see us
All the way from the planet Venus
And landed on a 18 hole golf course
What would they think of us all?
Whacking balls with Clubs into holes
They'd think we were minus our souls
Walking in groups or on carts
Trying to get round in pars
Would they decide they would stay
Or quickly depart on their way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They might say This activity has no purpose. After many attempts, they get the ball in the hole, and then they take it out. That is not logical.