As I’ve been doing for quite some time now, I’m taking part in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.
Here’s the photo for our inspiration this week:
And here’s my poem:
Bowling
She wanted to go bowling, but had never been.
So that’s when her boyfriend stepped in.
He was a regular and had all the gear.
He said: “I can teach you to bowl right here”.
He taught her the steps right there in the hall,
being very careful with that bowling ball.
But once at the alley, she quickly got flustered:
her ball kept going right down the gutter.
One night of bowling, and I was done.
But these girls obviously had much more fun.
Yes, that was me (back in the day) that had the bowling lesson in the hallway, taught by the man who would become my husband and Marshall’s dad. This picture brought back memories of my less than stellar bowling experience.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 
I wondered if your poem was autobiographical, and you answered that question. Love, love the picture and all the memories it invoked.
HAHAHA…..fun poem. I love the memories this old photo evoked for me – I loved bowling with all my friends back in the day. Being on a “team” in the league, etc. It was something I looked forward to every week. I remember getting my own bowling ball and shoes (aqua colored!). I’m sure I’d break a hip if I tried to bowl these days! Thanks for being one of our poetic regulars on Thursdays…………….
Hugs, Pam
I don’t know how you do it, but you always come up with a great poem to fit the photo! This one brought back memories for me too. When I was a teenager, bowling was a fun activity but I never was very good at it.
More great lines ! I’ve never been bowling, but it’s always good watching a player who knows what they’re doing …
What fun that you based the poem on real life experiences. Good job.