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Three holes in a ball
for my fingers to fit in.
Throwing it carefully
At a little white pin.
Fussing and shouting
When all ten don't fall.
But a second chance comes
With the return of the ball.
I throw my second ball
With a curve to win.
Damn! Look at that,
There still stands a pin.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a 4 line, 3 stanza poem about bowling. Second and fourth line in each stanza must rhyme. |
Author Notes
I love to bowl and have some beers with friends.
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