In fading days of summer
We’re watching Ryder Cup.
It’s foursomes on the second day
And Europe are well up.
The spectacle’s exciting,
Beats political manoeuvres
Of Brexit, Senate votings,
MeToo’s grim shakers, movers.
How refreshing is a battle,
A sporting one, on swards
Of green and rolling fairways,
That golfing Cup affords!
Can I be the only one
Bored rigid by the spats
‘Twixt Labour’s Corbyn, Tory’s May,
Repubs and Democrats,
By luvvie claiming life’s been wrecked
– One hears the plaintive whine –
By sinful man who’d pinched her rear
In 1989 ?