As I go throwing and bowling way down that <br />far off lane, With a gutterball or a miss as <br />I feel the pain! Good enough to be a <br />pro, I'll not be, They charge for shoe <br />rental, like in life, nothing is free! The <br />beer frame is my game favorite time of <br />all, With my lips licking in an <br />anticipational, dry like thirst, As I heave <br />the ball, With an energetic like burst! <br />Hoping as I may, that they will fall! As pins <br />do scatter parting every which way, They all <br />have to fall down, this I do pray! For to win <br />the game, is my final plan, For this is the <br />built in instinct, intact in every man! <br /> <br /> <br />2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bowling/
