Young Lady of Yore – Golf Limerick

There was a young lady of yore, 
Who won handicap prizes galore, 
They put her at scratch, 
But she won every match. 
For she never could count about four.
From Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921

To be fair, given the number of barrier airfills and sandbags I’ve seen, it’s more likely to read:

There once was a young MAN of yore
Who won handicap prizes galore,
They put him at scratch
But he won every match
For never could count above four.

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