When pirates get bored at sea
They grab their clubs and balls
And net themselves some dolphins
So they can golf among the squalls

In the salty breeze they don’t need any tees
They just use the dolphins’ blowholes
With the blue as their green, the finest you’ve seen
The horizon becomes their goal

They’ll play for hours until the sun sets
Heading towards that golden line
Riding on the backs of the dolphins
And having a whale of a time

After they’ve found their balls
Not in little holes but where they float
They’ll say “ahar we’re par for the course”
Then ride the dolphins triumphantly
Back to where they anchored their boat.

Golfin' on Dolphins - A Short Funny Poem about what bored pirates do.