A Bowler’s Prayer
Author Unknown
Dear Lord, each time I bowl a frame
I thank you for this striking game.
Each step I take down the alley’s lane
I’m glad I can play sunshine or rain.
When I’ve hooked my final Bowling Ball
Please spare me a split when I answer your call,
And take my mortal soul to be
With you in Heavenly Bowl.
Bowling Ball Blues
by. L.M. Kazmierczak
I’ve got the bowling ball blues.
I just cannot get a strike.
I bought these white leather shoes.
I paid a mighty fine price.
Come on now, roll like thunder,
Drop those pins asunder:
Cure my bowling ball blues.
I’ve got the bowling ball blues.
Now all I want is a spare.
But all I get is bad news.
I’m always off by a hair.
Come on now, roll like thunder,
Drop those pins asunder:
Cure my bowling ball blues.
I’ve got the bowling ball blues.
I gotta mark one more time.
I cannot let my team lose.
I finally found a good line.
Come on now, roll like thunder,
Drop those pins asunder:
Cure my bowling ball blues.
The End Of The Alley
by Mark Gregory
When my bowling ball reaches the end of the alley
I hope for a strike.
And when my life culminates in a dramatic finale,
Here’s what I’d like:
I’d like to look back and not to feel blue;
But to know that I rumbled through life straight and true.
I’d like to laugh at all the times I made your sides split,
With moments of hilarity, of humour and of wit.
I’d like to accept that while I stumbled and spluttered,
I never strayed so far as to end up in the gutter.
I’d like to come to terms with all the times I slipped and fouled,
But always got back up again: of this I am quite proud.
I’d like to remember all those times I hit the mark,
Or when, as a friend, I was a light in the dark.
I’d like to recall all the times I’d always be there,
Despite sometimes arriving with just moments to spare.
I’d like to encourage you all to remember my game,
And maybe keep my photo – or my top score – in a frame.
And when your own ball reaches the end of the lane,
I’d like to hope I’d see you in the afterlife again.
When my bowling ball reaches the end of the alley
I hope for a strike.
And when my life culminates in a dramatic finale,
That’s what I’d like.
A Ten-Pin Bowler’s Prayer
Author Unknown
Our Alley,
who art in Bowling
Hallowed by thy lanes
Thy strikes will come
Thy will be done
On approach as it is on release
Give us this game our weekly bowling night
And forgive us our splits
As we forgive those
Who excessively celebrate against us.
Lead us not into the gutter
But deliver us from the ten pin.
For ever and Ever
Bowl, Amen.