Bowling! Poem by Michael Gale

As I go throwing and bowling way down that
far off lane, With a gutterball or a miss as
I feel the pain! Good enough to be a
pro, I'll not be, They charge for shoe
rental, like in life, nothing is free! The
beer frame is my game favorite time of
all, With my lips licking in an
anticipational, dry like thirst, As I heave
the ball, With an energetic like burst!
Hoping as I may, that they will fall! As pins
do scatter parting every which way, They all
have to fall down, this I do pray! For to win
the game, is my final plan, For this is the
built in instinct, intact in every man!


2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale