A bowling ball is round, not square. It is for fun, and not to wear. You bowl ten frames, of strikes and spares. To miss a pin, you do not dare. The bowling ball, was made to attack, To slay the pins, and then re-rack. You better not leave, any pin standing. Or all your team mates, will be ranting. You bowl on every other lane. Throw the ball right, then there's no pain. A game that everyone, really likes. If you throw nothing, but spares & strikes.
Reason for writing:
When I was a kid, I stuck pins in a bowling alley for
7 years. I became a pretty good bowler. Can't bowl
anymore but still enjoy watching.
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