So once I was a putting 
I hit the ball so straight 
Of course the path to the cup 
Became my ill found fate 

You see the cup was placed upon 
A green with quite the slope 
If your putt was not the line 
You knew there was no hope 

The green had tiers, above, below
The pin close to the edge
If you missed your putt attempt
The ball floated off the ledge

Down it went, off the green
Maybe fifty yards
Now I had to chip that ball
It wasn’t in my cards

So chip I did with greatest ease
I thought I had it made
When the putt missed the cup
It rolled back down the grade

And, here I was, once again
Thinking what to do
If I chipped, it wouldn’t stop
Surely I would be through

I decided to putt from fifty yards out
I’d whack that ball from there
If I missed the pin again
I would just try not to care

I hit that ball and up it went
Onto the green it rolled
I screamed and yelled for all to hear
That is what I was told

The putting story goes like this
It is a tale to tell
I cannot tell you what happened next
I fainted from the spell

When I woke, my ball was gone
I thought it had dropped in
I started to smile but then I saw it
Fifty yards out from the pin