Pure and Easy Bowling - The Mystery

Raising one’s ball speed resides in the fear,
That the effort and angle are so very near –
But the reality is, the ball speed won’t appear,
No matter how you attempt to shift things into gear…

A big, slow curve is much like a cavity,
So don’t bend your legs, to resist Earth’s gravity;
Put a lot on the throw, and with wanton depravity,
Bellow, but silent, like in tennis, no civility…

You must stand up tall, and in your stomach’s hollow,
Walking pure and easy, give a silent bellow.
Only after that will the ideal speed follow;
Your focus will return, no belly colored yellow.

The key is to fill empty spaces with something,
Ringing and full, with a glorious sting –
Bending your knees instead of remaining standing,
Is another huge gap in your pure, easy swing!