Through the air my arrow flew
Aimed at six but got a two
Now I’m aiming number four
Hit the wire and fell to floor
One more throw I take my aim
This time must not do the same
Letting go I think I knew
Bang on target double two
To an end my game is done
On a double game is won
Flights and feathers growing thin
Still I play let game begin
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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