Bowling is a Love Story

The knowledge is pure, and a priori –
A sport called bowling is a youth’s love story.
Dangling for years in a muddy kid’s diaper,
I bowled low and slow, like a windshield wiper…

With a low back swing and plenty of juice,
I suffered the pain of such limits and abuse;
I rolled the ball ably when the lanes were swell,
But I lacked the arm action to make things gel.

Then I began tinkering with a super-high back swing,
And I started to embrace this fancy, new fling –
As luck would have it, I could still flare it a little,
And impart slow action, even down the middle…

The people who know me just stare and wonder –
“Why carry such weight and continually blunder?”
“Your arm and your timing don’t rise naturally,
And your old, slower pace could be thrown rapidly!”

But I’m so ready for action, and practicing a lot,
Getting set to show the world exactly what I’ve got –
I’m a man on a mission, rolling strikes every game,
Just like I would have, had my style stayed the same.

The sport surely teaches that to score really well
Is good news to all, and these games, we should tell.
But this super-high back swing is really a challenge,
And it’s going much smoother, so I patiently cringe…