A. A. Milne

“ The sun shines hot, but there's half a breeze,
Enough to rustle the tree-tops, laddie,
Only supposing there were some trees;
The year's at the full and the morn's at eleven,
It's a wonderful day just straight from Heaven,
And this is a hole I can do in seven—
Caddie, my driver, please.
Three times a day from now till Monday week
(Ten peerless days in all) I take my stand
Vestured in some dégagé mode of breek
(The chess-board touch, with squares that almost speak) ,
And lightly sketch my Slice into the Sand,
As based on bigger men, but much of it unique... ”