GOLFERS come in many guises,

Tall or short they're various sizes.

Skulking round green open spaces,

Driving balls and pulling faces.

Hauling bags around for pleasure,

Walking miles they call it leisure.

Wearing jumpers made for golfers.

Chequered pants and two tone loafers.

On the fairway take their stances,

Teeing off with ritual dances.

Round the course in fewest strokes,

Talking business, telling jokes.

'till back to widow's welcome home

With tales of battles fought and won.

Updated: 09:58 Thursday, September 13, 2001