{"id":4361,"date":"2022-04-04T14:53:26","date_gmt":"2022-04-04T21:53:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4361"},"modified":"2022-04-04T14:53:26","modified_gmt":"2022-04-04T21:53:26","slug":"220404","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/04\/04\/220404\/","title":{"rendered":"220404"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220404.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220404<br \/>\nKingpin of Kilkenny<\/p>\n<p>I like to sit around and roll<br \/>\nSo I decide, I&#8217;m gonna bowl<br \/>\nI see the pins and throw the ball<br \/>\nI aim it straight to hit them all<br \/>\nThe ball goes left, I hit but one<br \/>\nI roll again, that ball hits none<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s been a while and that&#8217;s a fact<br \/>\nBut honestly, I feel attacked<br \/>\nI hit just five in the next frame<br \/>\nFrames three through nine were much the same<br \/>\nI then decide I need to change<br \/>\nThe balls I rolled, they all felt strange<br \/>\nThey hurt my fingers quite a bit<br \/>\nI need a ball with holes that fit<br \/>\nI start to search the bowling hall<br \/>\nTo find my Cinderella ball<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s one behind a rubbish pile<br \/>\nMy fingers fit, I start to smile<br \/>\nI slide it down the well-oiled lane<br \/>\nThe red-necked pins explode with pain<br \/>\nNow that&#8217;s the bowling that I like<br \/>\nIt took ten frames to bowl a strike<br \/>\nAnd now I get to throw twice more<br \/>\nAnother strike! I start to roar!<br \/>\nJust like a bowler in their prime<br \/>\nI get a third, it&#8217;s turkey time!<br \/>\nSo if you&#8217;re feeling in the pits<br \/>\nJust find yourself a hole that fits<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"220404 Kingpin of Kilkenny I like to sit around and roll So I decide, I\\'m gonna bowl I see the pins and throw the ball I aim it straight to hit them all The ball goes left, I hit but one I roll again, that ball hits none It\\'s been a while and that\\'s a fact But honestly, I feel attacked I hit just five in the next frame Frames three through nine were much the same I then decide I need to change The balls I rolled, they all felt strange They hurt my fingers quite a bit I need a ball with holes that fit I start to search the bowling hall To find my Cinderella ball There\\'s one behind a rubbish pile My fingers fit, I start to smile I slide it down the well-oiled lane The red-necked pins explode with pain Now that\\'s the bowling that I like It took ten frames to bowl a strike And now I get to throw twice more Another strike! 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