Golf Spelled Backwards Is Flog Poem by Steve Howard

I think my ball went amuck.
It just bounced off some rich fellers truck.
Can you imagine the money he spent?
Would you look at the size of that dent!
I didn't mean it I swear!
Now who'park a truck over THERE?
I think my ball went awry.
I hope it's not in someone's eye!
Man, that old lady looks hot!
Would you look at the size of that knot!
I didn't mean it I swear!
I'll just put her back in her chair.
I think my ball went astray.
I may have hit a few stinkers today.
Excuse me there pard,
I'll just play through in your yard.
I didn't mean it I swear!
Now who'd build a house over THERE!
From the clubhouse a marshal was sent,
and my golf clubs he broke or he bent.
He said, Farewell and goodbye!
He didn't even say why!
I guess when your balls go astray,
they want you to go far away.
I didn't mean it I swear!
I'll buy the old broad a new chair!
Then can I come back and play?
Do you rent clubs?