Best Bowling Poems
I once bowled a three hundred and one
Someone told me that couldn't be done
I said, "I've done it before...
When I had bowled my high score...
I had bowled a three hundred...and WON"
Two sisters it seems lived near Bowling Green;
Each a beauty in every way.
One fair it is told with hair of pure gold,
Eyes blue as the sky in May.
The other brunette, the lovely Collette,
With eyes a deep, warm brown.
Two beautiful girls with masses of curls,
The most sought after girls around.
Wherever they went they turned heads and gents,
Would follow it seemed in their wake.
They were ladies of leisure, used to parties and pleasure,
And their father spared nought for their sake.
A young man came their way one fine summer day.
Debonair and handsome was he.
He charmed his way in, with each sister he sinned;
But he'd learn that their favors weren't free.
Their father was wealthy, his bank account healthy.
The young man thought he'd hit his mark;
But to his dismay he found out that day,
To dally with these girls not smart.
Behind him he'd left many hearts bereft,
And he thought the sisters the same;
But together they came and called out his name,
And their family knew who to blame.
'Tis a very small man who will take a girls hand,
Then leave her ashamed and in tears.
To be left in the mud covered with blood,
Would now be the least of his fears.
Because of deception they'd shared his affection,
Now he would deal with their father.
The old man cried out with a mighty shout,
And the young man began to grow smaller.
A small man I see, a small man ye be,
And never no more shall they see ye.
In a prison ye'll live in a prism I give,
To my daughters where they will keep thee.
There is no escape, this is your fate.
For your crimes now you'll pay the fee.
Ye'll live in the locket I draw from my pocket,
Until they no longer desire thee.
The sisters would share it, each one could wear it,
And he would be theirs forever.
Trapped in the locket he took from his pocket,
Because of his wicked endeavors.
Now the sisters it seems visit him in his dreams,
So he isn't too lonely at all.
Though filled with depression he's their prized possession,
Trapped in that little gold ball.
Kept locked in his prison to madness he's driven,
And the sight of it leaves them in stitches.
Never play fast and loose or attempt to misuse,
The tender affections of witches.
love the game
play with my balls all the time
top man on the green
BOWLING FUN
Bowling can be fun
But – ball in
gutter?
Ball point reaches
pins
12 strikes – perfect
game
No strikes – dirty,
rotten shame
Ha, ha, aint this
fun?
Have another beer
When you can see
twenty pins
Bowling can be fun
My wife has beat me
She only weighs
one-twenty
Bowled her weight
plus ten
.
Roll the ball with utmost care
By the gutters if you dare!
Don't go slidding down the lane
Don't want to think of how much pain!
Of a lousy score beware!
pin's drive me crazy
the ten pins lazy.go down
let lying around
My Name Is Roland, Do You Want To Go Bowling
chosen to relate to Richard Lamoureaux's Poem
Best Pickup Line
Best Pick Up Line
You are so beautiful forgive me for staring
It might woo me if I thought he was sincerely caring
However, my first thought, he has used this line before
Although, flattered, I would head for the door
Hi Shirley, my name is Roland,
do you want to go bowling
Best pickup line I ever had
outside the washeteria by an Italian lad
Popping a willy, his bike on one wheel
I couldn't help but laugh, he is too funny I feel
So who told you my name
The clerk at the drugstore was to blame
Well not today, I don't think so
Maybe another day, I will let you know
Then one day I was walking home
He was sitting in his truck with silver chrome
Suddenly, he jumped in front of me offering me a ride
I loved his sense of humor, I have to confide
Only three blocks to my home
In his fancy truck with chrome
He grabbed and kissed me and I could see how this was gonna go
I laughed and pushed him away and said, “ I don't believe so.”
So no Roland, no bowling, just my favorite pickup line
A smile and laugh I can't hold back at this funny memory of mine
Sunshine acres
long black shadows falling down.
sun-bowling alley
Bowling is a sport, It’s boring to watch.
If a person plays it,
He must be good at it.
©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013
Dude,
I’m going bowling tonight
Got my twinkle toe shoes,
and trusty hammer ball
Dude,
I’m gonna watch the pins all fall
So you can mark it,
Dude
Going bowling tonight,
it’s league tournament time
Get some shiny trophies that’s up for grab
Yeah, Dude ... you can also win some cash
I’m gonna beat that guy
who likes to lick his ball with his tongue
Try not to picture that,
Dude
I’m gonna pound that guy like a drum
So make sure you tell Walter and Donnie
to be on time ... don’t be late
Those shapely pins are gonna be knocked down tonight,
as my perfect score awaits
Bowl the ball forward; not back
Someone's leg you just might crack!
Someone's ball is in the gutter?
Oh the things people will mutter!
Hoping you have the knack!
this is a game
the ease my pain
its insane
love the sound
its ir roll down
its better jump polling
i love
BOWLING
When I'm bowling I try not to fall
As my game plan I aim to recall
Well my form is so fine
Too close to the foul line
Seems my best shot is the gutter ball!
* For Linda-Marie's "Let's Limerick" contest
B_ Boy grans too old to bowl gone is prowess
O_ Old grandma can't compete for agedness
W_ Wow! look at her go great accomplishment
L_ Look! great her walk is an advancement
I_ Interesting woman way past her prime
N_ Now she would flip the hour glass of time
G_ Grans has prowess for her aged perfect score
Just a wild story for fun
Couplets sort of....
Something hit me hard and I thought maybe he would change
I needed the guy like a bowling ball falling on my head
Its not my fault that he’s checking out that girl as if he would change
I still have to much to give to waist my time on him it just hit my head