Analysis of Ballade Of The Golfer In Love

In the "foursome" some would fain
Find nepenthe for their woe;
Following through shine or rain
Where the "greens" like satin show;
But I vote such sport as "slow"
Find it rather glum and gruesome;
With a little maid I know
I would play a quiet "twosome"!

In the "threesome," some maintain,
Lies excitement's gayest glow,
Strife that mounts unto the brain
Like the sparkling Veuve Clicquot;
My opinion? Nay, not so!
Noon or eve or morning dewsome
With a little maid I know
I would play a quiet "twosome"!

Bays of glory some would gain
With grim "Bogey" for their foe;
(He's a bogey who's not slain
Save one smite with canny blow!)
Yet I hold this tame, and though
My refrain seems trite, 'tis truesome;
With a little maid I know
I would play a quiet "twosome"!

Comrades all who golfing go,
Happiness, if you would view some,
With a little maid you know,
Haste and play a quiet "twosome"!