Mowing Down the Pins
It's not thanksgiving, but I get a turkey.
That's what comes when there's three strikes for me.
My average is up close to two hundred by now.
I had to get a lot of strikes somehow.
One day, I shall be the recipient of some fame.
A score of three hundred means I have a perfect game.
Inspired by another member's poem.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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