A bad golfer makes these long and deep. A courteous golfer replaces theirs without a peep. On the green they are a menace. Your foot may leave one in lawn tennis. Spell it wrong and you’ve got Sanskrit for heavenly.

In battle, I fly with a shout, Returning with strength, no doubt. Endless journeys I take, But home’s where I break, A warrior's trusty clout!

Dust-born words upon the wall, gone again at cleaning’s call.

Cut it, it’s time to let loose on the floor. A throw on the ground, near your bed or front door. Swap the end for a ‘B’, it’s what’s needed when sore. Add a ‘D’ at the start, pharmaceutical store.

Toss me and aim for the target, unlike archery, no bow and arrow required, the entertainment factor increases when I miss amongst drunken bar patrons