Late at night, they did it
Broke into a closed bowling alley
Loaded their car with fifty balls
Getting out of there; didn’t dally
The convertible top was down
The back seat was piled high
Drunk as a skunk they were
Go bowling? They were gonna try
At fifty-five miles an hour
While laughing, they let one go
A bouncing projectile it became
Where it stops? Nobody knows!
A cannonball it quickly became
Striking whatever was in its way
At that high rate of speed
There was going to be hell to pay!
Oncoming traffic was in peril
As each ball took a toll
Rolling a strike was their wish
A perfect game became their goal
When trouble arrived it was fast
The chase, it so quickly began
The cops, they were after them
In a very short time span
Over the trunk, they rolled them
The police, balls tried to dodge
One even had to pull over
From his grill a ball dislodge
Balls were bouncing everywhere
No place was even remotely safe
From the cops, they got away
By pure luck and a little faith
Using city streets for bowling alleys
A novel thing when you’re drunk
Roll a strike, always your goal
Get caught! Enjoy your cell bunk!
June 14, 2022