Edgar Albert Guest Golf Poems

He couldn't use his driver any better on the tee
Than the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me;
I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far,
But I piled up several sevens while he made a few in par;
And he trimmed me to a finish, and I know the reason why:
He could keep his temper better when he dubbed a shot than I.
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As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money,
I shall always be a member of the dubs;
There are times my style is positively funny,
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(In which Ye Ed attempts the millionaire's game and obeys the first rule of golf, which is to put back the turf.)
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As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money;
I shall always be a member of the dubs;
There are times my style is positively funny;
I am awkward in my handling of the clubs.
I am not a skillful golfer, nor a plucky,
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