A bit of fun for you guys out there - the idea is whoever logs on and feels so inclined adds the next line to this 'golfing poem/song' and each line thereafter accordingly after each contribution as they come in

and so the first line is

Today I parred that first tough hole !

(I should really stop logging onto this site after a few Stellas but hey it's a bit of fun yes ? - I expect Darren to contribute at least one line to this process)

so come on guys what follow after "Today I parred that first tough hole"

Which is always good for the soul,

TheLyth

not bad David and in good metre ?meter whatever ?

what line comes next I wonder !

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

trust you to complicate it ! and possibly bring it to a catastrophic halt !

help help help you poetic guys out there to keep this one going ! 

hells bells what rhymes with triple for god's sake !

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

excellent Steve - you may have well saved this thread !

NEXT !

I thought after mentioning Stella the next line was obvious!

I was a bit worried about a word beginning with N though and how tasteful it would all become

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Jeez i must be insane

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

you've all done very very well !

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

The green looks slick, closely mown

my knees are wobbling stomach churning

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

The green looks slick, closely mown

my knees are wobbling stomach churning

I missed the putt, I should have know

The look of disgust, and I'm not gurning

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

The green looks slick, closely mown

my knees are wobbling stomach churning

I missed the putt, I should have know

The look of disgust, and I'm not gurning

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

The green looks slick, closely mown

my knees are wobbling stomach churning

I missed the putt, I should have know

The look of disgust, and I'm not gurning

when tomorrow comes i know what im burning

It wont be a Guy, you'll think I'm a nutter

Cos I'm going to burn that useless Putter!

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

The green looks slick, closely mown

my knees are wobbling stomach churning

I missed the putt, I should have know

The look of disgust, and I'm not gurning

when tomorrow comes i know what im burning

It wont be a Guy, you'll think I'm a nutter

Cos I'm going to burn that  useless Putter!

 Followed by the irons and woods

and give this game up, you think I should?

Guys - I am humbled by all your contributions and feel really good about the fact

that perhaps I have hit upon involvement far beyond my expectations ! but hey if you are still having fun with this one then carry on by all means !

I will pay my occasional visit just to see how far this one goes ! - but there will be a limit to all of this ? Surely !  

Today I parred that first tough hole !

Which is always good for the soul,

I then went bogey, double, triple

Retired to the 19th for a tipple

If the weathers good tomorrow, I'll play again

Remember the score card but i'll forget my pen

I'll tee up the ball and give it a whack

Now i wish I could have that shot back

I should have swung, and hit it with ease

now the damn ball has gone in the trees

With shoulders slumped I'll go and get it

Remembering the advice of ol' John Pettitt

Armed with my jeans & mobile phone

I have no standing if I'm on my own!

The green looks slick, closely mown

my knees are wobbling stomach churning

I missed the putt, I should have know

The look of disgust, and I'm not gurning

when tomorrow comes i know what im burning

It wont be a Guy, you'll think I'm a nutter

Cos I'm going to burn that  useless Putter!

 Followed by the irons and woods

and give this game up, you think I should?

But then again, I know I'll miss

Those lovely mornings, and time with mates

The crunching drive, flying with a hiss

Playing a game, my wife hates!