Car Parts Find Poem by Grace Diane Jessen

Four old buddies met one day
at the bowling alley where they play
and as they rolled their strikes and spares
they talked of weather and other cares.

'I'm getting tired of this heat, ' Ernie sighed.
'It's better than wind, ' Owen replied.
'Now I perceive the heat to be
a great delight, at least for me.'

Said Conrad, 'I ought to win this game.
You monkey around and bowl so lame.'
'Don't mean to offend, ' Ernie declared,
'But knobby knees should not be bared.

Fat ankles, though, can always show.'
Con laughed and said, 'That's good to know.'
Now Conrad was an engineer
who, oddly, had a short career.

'I've got the floor.' Matt threw his ball
as hard as he could, gave it his all.
He got a strike. Now he could claim
that he could bump Ernie from winning the game.

Owen's last throw was do or die.
He got a split, but gave a nice try.
'Let's eat! ' He gave his tummy a pat.
'A scotch and lemon for me, ' said Matt.