Ode to The Golfer or (Grampa sneaks out of the office to play golf)

Since it is Father's Day I thought I'd send you all a poem Nick wrote for Dad, some years ago.

"The clubs are in the trunk, I think,"
He says one sunny day.
"If the clubs are in the trunk, I think
I'll play the day away!"

After pretending to feel faint
He topples to the floor.
But the office folk catch on to this
(They've seen it done before).
And with a flash,
They put him back in his office
with the slamming of the door.

But his love for golf will never feign
and then he spots the window pane!
"Ah Ha! he laughs, saved at last,
I just hope the day won't overcast."

And climbing out on the ivy wall:
"I'm almost there, I, hope not to fall."
And to his car he quickly flees
with pockets full of brand new tees.

He screeches from the parking lot
and speeds off to the fairway
but in the trunk the clubs are not
"And it's still a sunny day!"

All through lunch he concocks a plan
"Look who's here, it's my old pal Van,
I'll borrow his clubs, I think I can."

When Van comes back from the loo,
his clubs are gone, his golf cart too!
After sitting on a bench in dismay,
he spots that "friend"? Giggs driving away!