Last night I couldn't
sleep a wink at all
for
the sound of thunder
like the Gods' bowling ball
rolling on a hardwood floor
resounding on the airs
doing a number on my slumber
in the room upstairs
but
in the serenity of silence
I'll switch off the light
catch a nap
and if it's quiet tonight
hopefully
between moonbeams
be
carried away on dreams sweet dreams
bowling alley boogie
oh no, a split!
shmoogie loogie moogie
you can do it!
my score is twelve
the others are up to eighty-five
bowling alley boogie
held in bit of a dive
no smoking signs totally ignored
crack! opponent got a loud strike
we reach for a ball together
crack! He gets another strike
ashtrays are full at every table in this place
proof we ignore the rules, without any grace
I wipe out a fifth time, my total up to seventy-two.
The others are over two hundred; I am glad we’re through.
When first I went ten-pin bowling
was in a league of my own
tho' hot to trot my score was shot
splits and gutterballs set the tone
my opponent bowled professionally
outclassed before I'd begun
she demonstrated then remonstrated
“It's not 'only a game' to some!”
tho' bet my set I'd met my match
when playing each frame for a round
looked like I'm paying heard me saying
"The next one's on me, I'll be bound."
with a spin a difficult situation
unlikely to escape she placed me in
and looking down the lane found myself
once more behind the eight pin
Bowling bunnies sit in the booth
Sharing boyfriend stories
Oohing and ahhing when there is a strike or a spare.
Flashing their painted pointed three-inch nails
They wear ripped out jeans with high heels
Dressing more like hookers than hookers
No ugly numbered bowling shoes for them.
They are like rock and roll groupies
Except louder, so they can be heard above the pins.
I like the sound these funny shoes
make slapping on the wood,
I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure,
but most folks say I’m good.
My buds and I meet here sometimes
to bowl a couple frames,
which mostly means beer and nachos,
a break to keep us sane.
The kids are off at the arcade,
and yes, they still have one,
playing games that I have to say
were old when I was young.
Bob is probably the best of us,
rolled a 280 once,
while Edgar truly stinks at it,
but plays just for the fun.
The balls always give me trouble,
holes too big or too small,
some seem like they’re drilled for children,
fingers don’t fit at all!
When we star we’re still competent,
bring in the strikes and spaces,
but the beer brings some gutter-balls,
at least they’re done with flair.
Thank God our wives can drive us home,
they’re up in the case,
gossiping about this and that
in their usual way.
May not be the crazy night life
they promote on TC,
but there’s good reason we have so
many bowling alleys.
So we’ll go no more a bowling
So late into this night
Though our arms be still as willing
And the lanes be still as bright,
For balls wear out the fingers
And arthritis shows its might,
While the back pains all linger
And knees need rest’s respite.
Though the night is made for bowling
And the lanes close far too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a rolling,
Until the clock strikes noon.
Diverticula pits up her colon
Can’t eat much or intestines get swollen
Ma's farts are so stinky
She swears with her pinky
Ain’t gonna stop her from goin’ bowl’n
Ma, gran, and Fran’s bowling tournament
I sat far knowing their predicament
Fran’s blasts were the loudest
Best bowler and proudest
It’s never again and that’s permanent
thunder warms the woods
bam crack a lightning strike
bowling in heaven
Lou’s hubby asked for
increased heat between the sheets.
She bought thermal throws.
WE WILL ROCK YOU
Growing older
Pushing his boulder
Sisyphus retired to the valley
And there he yearned
To be the ball return
In the bowling alley
Never make fun of a grizzly bear's handicap
They can crush a bowling ball totally flat
Best keep your distance
Even if it's persistent
He's trying to lure you in to make you his snack<>
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"
Never make fun of a grizzly bear's handicap
One bite can crush a bowling ball totally flat
Best keep your distance
Even if he's persistent
He's trying to lure you in to make you his snack
Bowling
Full car alley bound
Rivalrous family fun
Two touching lanes booked
Helped all with shoes and ball weight
Cheered good throws, soothed gutter rolls
Enjoyed fun-filled exercise
Family memories scored
March 19, 2019 / Martin Brown's Ottoanka Challenge
BOWLING ON WII
Bowling
On
Wii
Lets
Imagination
Nearly
Go
Outside
Normal
Will
Inviting
Insanity
1 February 2019
For the contest sponsored by Bobby May
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.