Exceptional Just five friends messin' around in the snow... Bowling on Turtle Hill by Y. M. Roger      Bowling poem Contest Winner

We set ten make-shift pins in place There at the base of Turtle Hill – Not really pins but garbage cans, Nothing inside: no pain, no spill…   The five of us were set on top And held the sledding disk for Jill – She donned her helmet and shin guards, Crouched tight like a tornado drill…   'Cuz Jill, she was the ball, you see, O’er ice and snow she flew downhill – Took out six cans: she stood, we cheered! Next up: the spare belongs to Bill...   Writing Prompt Write a 4 line, 3 stanza poem about bowling. Second and fourth line in each stanza must rhyme. Bowling poem Contest Winner Author Notes Ahhh, kids..... we think up the craziest things, don't we?!! Image of 'Airhead Sno Disc Steel Saucer' at Airhead Sports [www.airhead.com]

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