A poem for the Captain of our Golf Club in Oman. A jovial guy, self deprecating and always up for a laugh. This was recited at a full house leaving event for him.
His young son, also referred to, was a very good junior golfer at the club.
Gary's painful round of Golf!
By Fahim Firfiray
Muscat, Oman, September, 2017
Hole 2, Ras al Hamra, Muscat
His drive on hole 1
Was majestic and grand,
Sadly, though, flying
Straight into the sand
Hole 2 is his favourite
A beautiful setting,
Where he sliced it high
Straight into the netting
His swing was so smooth
On hole number 3,
But the ball only reached
The ladies tee! (strange, that?)
On hole 4, he imagined he was putting
For a Ryder Cup Win,
But 7 putts later
It still wasn't in
His drive on hole 5,
Actually reached the green,
The green of hole 2
Is what I mean
He hit a birdie
On hole 6, par five
Er..... I mean a REAL birdie
It didn’t survive! (feathers everywhere)
On hole 7, he made
An innocent mistake,
he misread 'nearest the pin'
As 'nearest the lake'
Hole 8 was amazing
An incredible score,
He hit a hole in one......
......hundred and four. (took ages!)
His walk up to hole 9
Was a triumphant scene,
He noticed a crowd
Standing at the edge of the green
Could they be admirers, fans?
He started to weep
In fact they were the cart boys
Waiting to lock up and sleep
All in all,
It was a round filled with sorrow
His son has offered to coach him
They start tomorrow!!
By way of a plug: The Ras Al Hamra Golf Club, Muscat. Beautiful and floodlit.