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,
But this about myself I proudly say
When I win a hole by freaky stroke or lucky,
I never claim I played the shot that way.
There are times, despite my blundering behavior,
When fortune seems to follow at my heels;
Now and then I toil supremely in her favor,
She lets me pull the rankest sort of steals;
She'll give to me the friendliest assistance,
I'll jump a ditch at times when I should not,
I'll top the ball and get a lot of distance
But I don't claim that's how I played the shot.
I've hooked a ball when just that hook I needed,
And wondered how I ever turned the trick;
I've thanked my luck for what a friendly tree did,
Although my fortune made my rival sick;
Sometimes my shots are just as I had planned 'em,
The sort of shots which usually I play,
But when up to the cup I chance to land 'em,
I never claim I played 'em just that way.
There's little in my game that will commend me,
I'm not a shark who shoots the course in par;
I need good fortune often to befriend me,
I have my faults and know just what they are;
I play golf in a desperate do -or- die way,
And into traps and trouble oft I stray;
But when by chance the breaks are coming my way,
I do not claim I played the shots that way.
