Into the hands of Hugh McKay, a golf club was gently pressed one day.
A game for life his friend would say, good exercise, great fun,
you must learn to play.
A simple machine this wand like toy, but oh, what a challenge for
man or boy.
The premise is simple, hit it straight and far, use just enough strokes,
into the hole for par.
Where then is the challenge, where is the thrill, in hitting a little
white ball sitting still.
In no other sport is there a simpler task, for there you must strike
the ball flying past.
So off to the links Hugh headed one day, this game for an athlete should
be no problem to play.
But try as he may, try as he might, the ball always took a contrary flight.
Sometimes to the left, but most often right.
He would hit it too hard, then he'd hit it too light.
He studied and practiced, a plan he had laid, but the harder he worked
the worst that he played.
Then one day after a very long round, he was determined the root
of his problem be found.
For at baseball and tennis he'd played with a flair, but at golf his game
was just pitiful to fair.
It must be so simple, it can't be that hard, when a teenage girl can
play like a star. To answer his question he went to the bar.
He drank and he pondered, he pondered and drank.
If his question were answered, it'd be whiskey to thank.
The solution came easy, after a plenty to drink.
The problem with golf,
Too Much Time To Think!

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Here is an actual sign posted at a golf club in Scottsdale, Arizona

1. BACK STRAIGHT, KNEES BENT, FEET SHOULDER WIDTH APART.

2. FORM A LOOSE GRIP.

3. KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!

4. AVOID A QUICK BACK SWING.

5. STAY OUT OF THE WATER.

6. TRY NOT TO HIT ANYONE.

7. IF YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG, LET OTHERS GO AHEAD OF YOU.

8. DON'T STAND DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF OTHERS.

9. QUIET PLEASE...WHILE OTHERS ARE PREPARING.

10. DON'T TAKE EXTRA STROKES.

WELL DONE. NOW, FLUSH THE URINAL, GO OUTSIDE TO THE 1ST TEE, & TEE OFF

In my hand I hold a ball.... white and dimpled, rather small....
Oh , how bland it does appear.... this harmless looking little sphere....
By its size I could not guess.... the awesome strength it does possess....
But since I fell beneath its spell.... I've wandered through the fires of hell... .
My life has not been quite the same.... Since I chose to play this stupid game....

It rules my mind for hours on end... A fortune it has made me spend....
It has made me swear and yell and cry... . I hate myself and want to die....
It promises a thing called par....If I can hit straight and far..

To master such a tiny ball ... should not be very hard at all .
But my desires the ball refuses.... and does exactly like it chooses... .
It hooks and slices, dribbles and dies.... and even disappears before my eyes....

Often it will take a whim.... to hit a tree or take a swim. ..
With miles of grass on which to land.... it finds a tiny patch of sand....
Then has me offering up my soul.... if only it would find the hole.. ..

It's made me whimper like a pup. ... and swear that I will give it up....
And take a drink to ease my sorrow.... but the ball knows.....
I'll be back tomorrow!!!!