The
Tuesday Old Farts Golf Society;
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| Peter Saunders |
They’re
not known for their on-course piety
(When
in a bunker, or deep in the trees;
You
may hear them mutter ‘Oh God; please’).
The
TOFS play mostly at Drayton, but at other clubs around.
Once
a month, an away day, just to confound.
We
are growing our traditions, at our own behest.
We
now wear blue shirts - to stand out from the rest.
At
the start of the round, on the first tee
A
tipple is downed, to everyone’s glee.
Before
battle commences, it’s a very good start
And
cements the bond of which we’re all part.
But
at Bicester last week, I have to confess
My
round was appalling – what a mess!
Nineteen
points: the best I could do
I
knew at the prize-giving I was in the poo!
To
hearty cheers (but to my dismay)
I
was presented with a bottle of Oz Chardonnay
The
weakest link, of the Shirts of Blue
Oh
woe is me. What can I now do?
So
may I suggest, just to mollify my shame.
That
our tradition in the future takes on a new game.
Henceforth
the loser, he not on cloud nine
Donates
a bottle for the loser next time.
But
let’s treat our loser with respect
We’ve
all been there, I do suspect.
So
don’t give a Blue Nun, that’s really not on.
A
Malbec, Rioja, even a good Merlot, come on!
I
will present one at table, at Studley Wood
A
bottle of wine (which I hope will be good)
For
the loser to have, albeit with pain
But
I earnestly hope it won’t be me again!
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