A poem by Beverly Stock.
What do I hear when golfers cry?
When all their duffs before me lie?
Behold them not with angry look
But blot their game from my book.
Cru-sed words, good Lord, they sing
Because duffed strokes always sting.
The PGA bans and despises
Breaking clubs as sacrifices.
Although they've upset golf’s rules now,
My help and comfort I must somehow,
Give to them with inspired tongue,
“What a game! Creatively done!”
This poem is a type of “Centos” (a poem combining words of more than one poet.) Caddie’s Lament includes my own verse and that of O Thou That Hears When Sinners Cry, by Isaac Watts (1674-1748) and Lowell Mason (1792-1872), as found in Songs from the Public Domain,
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