The Walt Whitman Bowling Haikus

Planks pitter patter
dance the Dervish pine runway
balls and holes as one

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Sup with me leaguers!
imbibe thy cold-sprung barley
sort us from the weak!

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Oh my filthy holes!
take thee flaming balls to task
grip thy trophy fast!

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Sing, Oh alley, sing!
let our legacy live on
each ball turned to blue

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Thy supported wrist
snow powdered gloved hand and ball
rearrange thy pins

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Kegler, hear the din!
as a bull we charge young lanes
full alley we rent

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America bowls!
today I return used balls
I give my shoes back

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Cold domestic beer
let today be paradise
summer rates are here!

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Semi-pro bowler!
let your handicap a’ shine!
be forever loud!