My bowling game is off a mile
Though I've retained my bowling style,
My stance, my spot, delivery,
My fingers feel as they should be.
But damn, my ball has gone acquired
A mind all of its own inspired
And once released it rolls quite free,
But not where I would like it be.
It's sure frustrating when I know
My average is way down below
By forty pins or more, I fear,
From where it was this time last year!
Things do improve, or so they say,
So I'll just keep rolling away
Although at times I wonder, think ~
How hard's that game called “Tiddlywinks?”