Off My Game Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEGHDHD EGEGIDID JKJLMDMD| I'm of my game the golfer said | A |
| And shook his locks in woe | B |
| My putter never lays me dead | A |
| My drives will never go | B |
| Howe'er I swing howe'er I stand | C |
| Results are still the same | D |
| I'm in the burn I'm in the sand | C |
| I'm off my game | D |
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| Oh would that such mishaps might fall | E |
| On Laidlay or Macfie | F |
| That they might toe or heel the ball | E |
| And sclaff along like me | G |
| Men hurry from me in the street | H |
| And execrate my name | D |
| Old partners shun me when we meet | H |
| I'm off my game | D |
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| Why is it that I play at all | E |
| Let memory remind me | G |
| How once I smote upon my ball | E |
| And bunkered it BEHIND ME | G |
| I mostly slice into the whins | I |
| And my excuse is lame | D |
| It cannot cover half my sins | I |
| I'm off my game | D |
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| I hate the sight of all my set | J |
| I grow morose as Byron | K |
| I never loved a brassey yet | J |
| And now I hate an iron | L |
| My cleek seems merely made to top | M |
| My putting's wild or tame | D |
| It's really time for me to stop | M |
| I'm off my game | D |
Andrew Lang
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