A Bowler's Bedposts Poem by Michael J. Freeman

A Bowler's Bedposts



There stood the pair never struck down
Even for the best, no spare could be found
Nothing worse then to this be faced
A seven, a ten, and that gloomy large space

Yet on one night
By neon's light
Luck's window narrowly adjusted

It was quite quick
With one keen clip
The end, so violently busted

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