Par or under Par that is the question?

I know nothing of golf

As I sit and watch

The men they stand

And eye up the hole

They ponder and think

They look and look

They slice the ball

High into the air

As it lands on the green

They walk, they talk

Decide on a club

Then time to putt

To gently stroke the ball

Encouraging it into the hole

So I sit and watch

The ball flying high

I have no idea of the game

The rules the regulations

I’m as blonde as it comes

It’s either this or the racing again

Its gentle, it’s quite

It’s thinking time

No matter how much I watch

I will never get

Par Under par or birdie

Free as a bird

Cage door opens

bird perches on the edge

Unsure of whats outside

of the bars of the cage

 

Hesitantly,launches

bird flies fast and high

landing high in a tree

Bird is free

 

I want to be, Free as a bird

to choose what I do

When I have a holiday

Take a break for lunch

 

Not to be on the hamster wheel

Not to be dictated too

Self sufficient, live my life

As free as a bird, not locked in a cage