They arrive from destinations <br />Round' about the globe <br />Striving to attain success <br />Lugging sixteen pounds of reactive resin <br />Tools of their trade <br /> <br />Facing the synthetic wood <br />Undaunted <br />Hoping to endeavor a perfecto <br />Twelve in the whole <br />Burried, carried into submission <br />Splashed and hammered against the back rubber <br /> <br />A high in stature gentleman <br />Heats up the tourney <br />With the immediate ire of his keglin' mates <br />His first eleven shots are ripped through the pocket <br /> <br />All lids are wide open <br />The house anxiously awaits <br />The last ball is heaved <br />Ten pin speaks <br />Toss a nine <br />You get a nine <br />Two ninety nine<br /><br />Matt Mondschein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bowlers-short-dream/
