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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... |