We were two holes down, tensions high,
Pat's putt was close, an inch shy.
Joe wouldn't concede, arms crossed tight,
“Sink that putt, or it's not right.”
Pat's eyes go wide, in disbelief,
But Joe won't give him any relief.
“C'mon, man, it's just a tap,
But Joe stands firm, won't take the crap.

Joe's stance is cold, no smile on his face,
Pat's about to lose his grace.
Grips the putter tight, sweat on his brow,
This inch-long battle's heating up now!

“That's not a gimme!” Joe's drawing the line,
“That's not a gimme! You're wasting my time!”
cn inch from the cup, but the battle's on show,
Neither's backing down, ego's on the go.
“That's not a gimme!” Joe's making a stand,
“That's not a gimme! Sink it on demand!”
Pat's losing his cool, his patience is thin,
But Joe won't budge, locked in.

Pat's face turns red, “You must be insane!”
Joe just shrugs, “It's part of the game!”
Pat's hat hits the ground, shirt follows suit,
Joe strips down too, ready to dispute.
“You wanna brawl? Let's get this done,
But you're making it worse, no one's having fun.”

They stare each other down, tempers flare,
Two shirtless fools, with the crowd aware.
Swinging fists over a tap-in putt,
The marshal arrives, ending the rut.

“That's not a gimme!” they're brawling now,
“That's not a gimme!” taking a vow.
The crowd gathers close, it's a wild sight,
Two grown men, locked in a fight.
“That's not a gimme!” the chant rings loud,
“That's not a gimme!” they're drawing a crowd.
Pat swings, Joe ducks, here comes the law,
Both get hauled off, it's now a draw.

In the county jail, they sit and stew,
crguing still, but nothing new.
Cop says, “What's the deal, why the spat?
One inch from the cup, and you're fighting over that?”
Pat says, “He's stubborn, wouldn't let me be!”
Joe fires back, “He's just lazy, you see!”

In the cell, they laugh, shirts off and bruised,
Thinking of the putt that got them confused.
Pat grins, “It wasn't worth the fight,”
Joe smirks, “Yeah, but I was right!”
They shake it off, no more to yell,
The cop walks by, “You two done? Oh well...”

“That's not a gimme!” they laugh through the bars,
“That's not a gimme!” under the stars.
Next time they play, they won't hesitate,
They'll just sink the putt, won't tempt fate.
“That's not a gimme!” echoes through the cell,
“That's not a gimme!” but now they're friends as well.
They'll hit the course, next time they play,
But this time, they'll just call it a day.

So next time you're out, remember this tale,
Don't let pride and ego prevail.
It's just a game, don't escalate,
Or you'll end up in jail, just tempt fate.