The minute I recited this last line to myself, I knew it had to become a limerick…
When our friend couldn’t play we’d chafe
Though his tee shots always would strafe
Anything in play
Except the fairway
At least the water fowl were safe.
What’s golf without the occasional confusion over the rules…
A provisional had been played
‘Cause his tee shot had been sprayed
When lo and behold
He found where it rolled
And rejoiced at the par he made.
There’s no accounting for bad behavior…
My partner was falling behind
So I setup to hit and save time
Then over my head
His ball flew instead
His etiquette crossed over the line.
Finally, a nod to a new member of the ‘fourth’ list…
We had a new fourth this time
An old colleague who played just fine
I’m not sure when
But we’ll invite him again
‘Cause his score was one more than mine.