A Day On the Golf Course
He excitedly grabbed his bag of clubs,
He drove to the course that day.
He had no qualms about not going to work
He merely wanted to play.
He briskly walked to tee number one,
He smartly teed the ball.
He swung his driver with gusto immense
He never saw it off the tee fall.
After time he realized to his dismay
The ball lay right by the tee.
He never did completely understand
Why the ball did not speedily flee.
After quickly replacing the misplaced ball
He gave it a hearty blow.
He watched it slice off into the rough
Where he never intended it to go.
This first hole ended with strokes very high
It actually was only the first.
It made him soon begin to think
He probably should have better rehearsed.
In actuality he should have at work stayed
And completed those unfinished tasks.
He probably will this message convey
In case anyone ever asks.
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