If your practice swing
Is the best you can do
Then I would have to
say
That Golfs not for you
If your practice swing
Is the best you can do
Then I would have to
say
That Golfs not for you
If you don’t mind playing Golf in the rain,
Snow, Storm, Tempest
or a hurricane,
Then not wishing to
burst your bubble
It’s not just your
golf game that’s in trouble
I have been playing Golf for years
And sometimes it makes
me curse
But it doesn’t matter
how bad I play
I know next time it
could be worse
For most of us weekend golfers
The only wood that is
essential
To carry in your golf
bag
Is a finely sharpened
pencil
The Victorians
Invented a lot of
sports
Or if not invented,
Encouraged their
development
As a means of
instilling, fair play
Teamwork and
discipline
Into the next
generation
As way of training the
youth
For life in the wider
world
I don’t know how
The Victorians would
view
The sportsmen and
women of today
Not favourably I
suspect
Scientists say there are now
Running Genes
But surely it would
chafe
If you ran in Jeans
Sport was industrialised by the Soviet Union
To promote communism
And not the money
hungry capitalist west
But it profited
capitalism
Amateurism, when participating
Was more important
than winning
Well that idealism has
been lost
Because today it’s win
at all cost
I was surprised Mario Balotelli left City
Though it was
surrounded in farce
I would have thought
it more likely
That he’d disappear up
his own arse
I have always been into the occult
I think the spirits
interest me the most
So, the Paralympics
disappointed me
Because I didn’t see a
single ghost
It was a bad winter Olympics First it was the Luge I had a go at Then I found myself on thin ice Following some aggressive chat Th...