The Meeting of the Geese on the Eighteenth Tee

Once gathered fowl on distant tee

the eighteenth numbered play

where ones do strike the bantam ball

and march throughout the sway

Yet early morn before sun rise

or earthborn humans near

the meeting of the long neck geese

comes order o'er the pier

A few of sorts began to meet

upon that grassland hill

with one who squawked above them all

to gender forth his will

Then soon still more the geese arrived

with baggage thoughts in tow

to join in part these noble geese

who's honor thus did grow

And squawk did leader geese the more

while others gathered still

till point the crowds grew oh so full

the room twas nil on hill

So overflow to annex green

the fairway there close by

to stretch out more the passage green

where more could thus abide

Too many for the squawker chief

to handle quite alone

for double, triple and then some more

were added to the throng

With meetings doubled time to spend

assistants there a must

so gather chosen two ringed fowl

whose role might manage thrust

Yet still there was no room for them

they could no more control

so spreading out to other greens

with plenty room to grow

Then 'pon one noticed other geese

upon the pond nearby

they'd send out geese to mission them

to join their geese aline

And year by year the venture quest

to reach the o'er pond flock

their quest a must for squawker chief

lest we lose less of clock

But distant ones came more and more

and less did they geese span

the squawker chief continued preach

to make another plan

These geese afar be much too much

for we the eighteenth tee

we'll change the plan and make our mends

and reach in those of we

And faction off in smaller groups

till squawker chief command

forsake the others on the pond

we must reach in demand

Till gosling brought of squawker chief

from youth thus knew the rule

eliminating wasteful time

and works that were of fool

But gosling hatched had not the heart

of those who first on tee

the eighteenth drive was far too much

too much did bother he

Now faction off did full grown flock

as one by one did stray

and charging toward the others there

would fight another day

And leaving teams of four or more

the squawking feathered geese

were chiming loud and flapping wings

and feathers strewn at peace

The droppings now did flow on greens

while snubbing pond bound ones

and look upon their well-born fix

the muss that they had done

And one by one and two or more

began depart the tee

the eighteenth hill with less to fill

assists were not of need

Abandoned stage from golfers near

they'd soon all take their flight

the yielded grass from bottoms flowed

were banished in the night

But splashing still in pond nearby

were geese of no one's reach

while geese of hill could not go there

ignoring other's breech

So set up camp e'er once again

the banished geese forlorn

who gathered near the pond next far

or different tees unborn

Yet others drifted into traps

and wooded lots of few

with none to get nor yet retrieve

what wounded geese once knew

Still other flew from early death

to clubhouse goal of geese

and those offended more and more

disgruntled in the least

That some would screak thus word to them

of once forgotten tee

obdurate mass of squawking few

of those who used to be

Yet still beyond the fickle pack

flew eagle far above

whose gazed from mountain vantage peak

saw every tee thereof

And thus decree the greater bird

who dwelt in higher bliss

To clubhouse still did all they go

though leadership amiss

Where in that place the gathered flock

'pon tees, fairways or ponds

the eighteenth tee now clubhouse be

eternal life beyond