to do things together which are consequential.
For us it is a game of golf we play
though of course not every day.
There is a golf course up in Scotland
it's north of Edinburgh in the Highlands.
The grass is green and well-kept
the club house clean and always swept.
As a symbol of Scotland's fitness
golf is played by men but also by the missus.
The first hole is right by the front gate
which I find odd, but my man thinks is great.
He takes a swing with his powerful arm,
I usually watch him with growing alarm.
For me it is a game of grace
my man he sees it as a type of race.
The next hole is next to the club house's door
a place so awkward we therefore choose to ignore.
The third hole is the easiest as it is in the middle of the lawn
my man finds it so boring it makes him yawn.
And then there is a hole in the middle of the rosebed
this is the one which I most dread.
When we reach the hole right by the fence
I usually give up the pretence.
The game of golf may be good and fun
but only whenever my man has won.
It's not exactly a game for a woman and her man
though of course I am his greatest fan.
The owners of the course I sometimes see
and wonder is golf truly the right activity?
He sits relaxing in his chair
his lady next to him, what a lovely pair.
I've never seen them playing golf and have decided
my man and I well, we tried it.
But it is not the sport for my man and me alas
come then let's join the lord and lady, and raise our whisky glass!
Presenting the “The Rewards of Golfing”.
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