Death & Golf
Carry me to my grave my friends
the best of escorts for my end
to place me in my resting place
shed a tear across each face
Remember I will watch each one
when time permits, from having fun
as I pursue the women in heaven
and golf the courses, bad swings forgiven
Released I am from this old world
where songs were sung, and women whirled
on dance floors all along the way
and a kiss of course from each sweet lady
Oh my friends I’ll miss you so
out on the links where we did play
a game of skins for weights of gold
and talked of women we never laid
Upon my stone please inscribe
“Here lies Don, a friend that died
when he fell in the water hazard
and banged his head
his brain then splattered.”
So now I’m at the nineteenth hole
drinking beer and lying so
of how my scores were low today
watching you… and kissing Kay
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)