by Tim Chiu
About a woman bowling in the buff - a poem - enjoy!
|Allow a crisscross, left and right.
Play some games, both day and night;
Note the shifts and ornery glare.
Rolling balls completely bare...
Shallow wryness, seek a prize!
Hapless angel, scores do rise.
Never notice folks are dreaming,
Strike a pose with smiles beaming...
Come to play - lights, camera, action.
Release the sphere with satisfaction.
Compliment that glowing deed -
Strikes or spares will take the lead!
Most do know what follows next -
Sad but true, she just got hexed.
Time to fathom that resolve;
Such a riddle left to solve.
A humble claim, a better shot
Strikes less, maybe - maybe not!
Sweetheart’s look does show you care,
Time to swallow and to spare...