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."