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.
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.
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
Sunshine acres
long black shadows falling down.
sun-bowling alley
pin's drive me crazy
the ten pins lazy.go down
let lying around
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