Hallow planks
That reek of pine and maple
Greased and glistening
Carrying speedy shinny balls into eager pins
Crash, PING!
Spare sounds strike round and around
The smoke filled
Room
(Sniff sniff)
Stale beer rises
As my ego dances
And my fingers twirl in old holes of a used ball named
“Stella”
Stella
Oh, so blue
With galaxy sparkles shinning
Dazzling and flirting with me
She spins
And she spins
And She spins
And She spins
And somehow
She misses all the pins
That dumb bitch Stella.