We went up to the driving range
To hit balls with Gabe’s clubs
Some people had experience
A few of us were scrubs
As for myself I’d never golfed
And I needed coaching
But under patient tutelage
I learned the way to swing
And down I swung and up it flew
Into a perfect arc
If only I had hit the ball
And not have missed the mark
But as the dirt was high aloft
I noticed something strange
‘Cause with the dirt my ball had flown
A little bit downrange
And on a couple other tries
(Some of which came before)
The ball’s traversal through the sky
Wasn’t something to deplore