The Golf Club Auction
Based on a poem by an unknown poet and written for a friend who bought a club at a golf auction!
It was old and scarred and the Auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time with the old Mashie.
So he held it up with a smile:
"What do you bid good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start bidding for me?
A pound, a pound" then "Two only two?
Two pounds and who'll make it three?
Three pounds once; three pounds twice;
Going for three" but no:
From the back of the crowd an athletic young man
Said, "Please let me give it a go."
Then wiping the dirt from the old Mashie,
And placing a ball on the ground,
He hit it as far as the eye could see,
And said, "I guess it's worth more than a pound."
The ball came to rest and the Auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet with awe
Said, "What am I bid for this old Mashie?
You all know what we just saw!
A thousand pounds so who'll make it two?
Two thousand and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice;
And going and gone!" said he.
The crowd all cheered but some of them said,
"We do not quite understand?
"What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply;
The touch of the Master's hand."
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