Golf and me are not to be I’ve tried it many times, br I slipped I fell and heard folk yell and even hit a old brass bell br At hole’s I crossed when ball was lost br br Then shortly after leaving Tee I let those pass who Tee long after me br While colleagues wait quiet patiently for me to find a perfect swing br And make the day worthwhile thing br br Then suddenly success it’s been I find my swing and hit the green br A putters what you need right now until I seem to miss somehow br Again to find the missing ball oh why do I bother at all? br br The driving range would sort me out or so the experts all would shout br Yet many balls I’d bash and hit just went their own way, not ahead br The many times I failed to hit a single net or hole or flag br br Yes golf and me are not to be and now we all know why br So shoes that crimp and made me limp, the single glove and strange shape clubs br br I waive them all goodbye! br Copyright © 2007 Ray Feaseybr br Ray Feaseybr br