Ballade Of The Golfer In Love

In the "foursome" some would fain         Find nepenthe for their woe;     Following through shine or rain         Where the "greens" like satin show;         But I vote such sport as "slow"     Find it rather glum and gruesome;         With a little maid I know     I would play a quiet "twosome"!     In the "threesome," some maintain,         Lies excitement's gayest glow,     Strife that mounts unto the brain         Like the sparkling Veuve Clicquot;         My opinion? Nay, not so!     Noon or eve or morning dewsome         With a little maid I know     I would play a quiet "twosome"!     Bays of glory some would gain         With grim "Bogey" for their foe;     (He's a bogey who's not slain         Save one smite with canny blow!)         Yet I hold this tame, and though     My refrain seems trite, 'tis truesome;         With a little maid I know     I would play a quiet "twosome"!                          envoy         Comrades all who golfing go,     Happiness, if you would view some,         With a little maid you know,     Haste and play a quiet "twosome"!