A Golfing Wife

As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls, Some in the rough others in sand, All these brave girls fighting nature's pitfalls. I hear of the times the flock of wild ducks Hindered a drive that was perfectly hit, And what of those trees that magically moved With a subsequent shout 'I just want to quit'. But then I'm regaled with feats of great skill Such as the time a Birdie was made, Out comes the flask, big glugs all around, Magical moments that no-one would trade. They say Golf's a passion a lifelong pursuit, One day may be heaven the other pure hell, Neither cool mornings nor that full midday heat, Apparently stops that will to excel. Yet there's one thing I notice each week, Yes the real pleasure from playing the game And what's not to like from those magical views But without one's good friends the day's not the same. So to all poor Golf widowers awoken by shrilling alarms, Then never quite knowing what time we'll see our fair brides, There's a much higher calling we can but embrace, 'Happy wife happy life' the true gift this pastime provides.