Lola Was A Bowler
By ice rivers
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Lola was a bowler
Who lived across the Lane
Lola owned a corner lot
Five miles from the Main.
Lola had a neighbor
Who was an engineer
Who had a wife, two kids
And one ass kicking career.
His name was Bruce.
Bruce was loose
A Jimmy Buffet fan
Lola liked to shmooze with Bruce
And chat woman to man.
Lola didn't truly think
That fences made good neighbors.
Lo and Bru loved to wink
And do each other favors.
One day lonely Lola
Was feeling kinda down
She pined for Bruce for grins
But Bruce was not around.
So Lola took a stroll
To her neighbor's backyard.
Sat down in the children's sandbox
And started breathing hard
Yeah for sure, her life had been
No walk in the park
Rolling loads of gutter balls
Whistling in the dark.
Couldn't find a spark,
A beer frame of contentment
Which left lots of alley space
For splits, taps and resentment.
She thought about the divots
In her bowling ball
And about the parrot head
Who seemed to have it all.
Yet what they had between them
Was some common grass
Of which, they both ageed,
It grew too goddamned fast.
Bruce would ride his tractor
While talking on the phone.
Lola pushed her mower three times a week, alone.
Every step reminding her
Of her lot in life
Angry that no anchor man
Had marked her for a wife.
She knew in her heart
That mean streets would grow meaner.
Then she noticed of their lawns,
Her grass was much the greener.
The difference in the color
Could not be denied
Lola rose from the sandbox
And smiled with striking pride.
Understanding her corner home
Was her Northern Tara
She could roll another day
Just like Scarlett O'Hara
Before the wind blew her away.
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