Handicapped Golf Poem by Phil Soar

I took uo golf to pass the time
My handicap was 'Me'
I shook a bit while waiting for
My first shot off the tee
I hit the ball 200 yards
It veered off to the right
I didn't think I'd lost it
But I searched for it 'til night
The other golfers passed on through
And finished before me
I gave in as the sun came up
And went back to the tee
I wouldn't say my game was par
Or that my swing was great
But who goes out to play a round
And stays out there 'til late?

I took up golf to pass the time
And joined my local club
But after several 8 hour rounds
They gave my card a snub