Golf Balderdash – Golf Poetry

GOLF BALDERDASH 
T'was Snandrews and the bockered oaves 
Did slip and bunk as they oftteed. 
The Shemixed Foursomatch. 
He took his bulker club in hand. 
Longtime the glumsome foe he fought: 
So rested he by the sixteenth tee, 
And stood awhile in thought. 
And as in goffish thought he stood, 
The Potterhunt, with cheeks aflame, 
Came slicing, and in language rude, 
Damashterisked his game. 
One up ! One up ! Though in a cup — 
The mashie blade went flicker-flack — 
He bolted it out and with a shout 
He came two-upping back. 
And hast thou flogged the Potterhunt? 
Come to the bar, my beerish boy! 
Oh, pargolf day! Hu(c)roo! Hu(c)ray! 
He hiccoughed in his joy. 
'Twas Snandrews and the bockered oaves 
Did slipe and bunk as they oftteed; 
All grimsey were the caddiecoves. 
And the plusfours outdeed. 
Anonymous
from Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921

If you were paying any attention at all during high school literature, you no doubt recognize this as a play on Lewis Carrol’s The Jabberwocky.

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