Four golfers approach the first tee,
When one of them announces he has to pee.
His fellow linksmen give him a scowel,
He replies if he had to shit he'd use their towels.
They get through holes one,two, three and four,
Each one trying to keep track of the others score.
Balls hit in the water, balls lost in the woods
Why this is enjoyment, will never be understood.
You have to hand to these gents playing numerous times a week,
And when they are not playing, golf is all the speak.
Four fools who strike a little ball with a stupid club,
All while trying to locate the closest pub.