Bowling of the Gods
.
Thunderbolt!
Thunderclap!
Tonight,
somewhere above
the overcast sky,
the gods hold
an open bowling
tournament.
The earth
shudders, then
violently trembles
as gigantic balls
crash, roll and roar
overhead,
barreling noisily
down titanic
bowling alleys,
exploding, blasting
away at colossal
tenpins!
Thunderclap!
Thunderbolt!
.
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