The Games of Golf

I've played this game my whole life through But I can't tell you what to do. It didn't matter how high my score I always wanted to go back for more. I bought myself a glove, got new shoes My score was still the same old news. I tried slowing down my mighty swing And didn't improve a blasted thing. I would hook it left then slice it to the right I could never keep my ball in sight. Sometimes I'd find it and sometimes not I've lost track of all the balls I've bought. I've wiped all my clubs and kept them clean I've fixed my marks on every green. I've picked up my divots and put them back In the holes I've dug when I'm on the attack. At times the grass went farther than the ball Yes, I've swung and it never moved at all. I've drowned my share in the ponds and streams They can't make a ball that floats, it seems. Then lo and behold, I hit it straight and far Then a chip and a putt rewards me a par. For a moment I think I've really learned this game Till I tee off again and it's back to the same.