A Poem called, I Am a Bowl....by Ava Cattell

I am a bowl, a wood you would say if you play professionally! Wait in a bag to be bought out to roll. I wait patiently, I wait to roll, when I am brought out ever so carefully, I just want to tear down the mat like a mad bull to red. I roll as you look on anxiously, I'm feeling nice' make you feel joy, because you are just a pawn in my evil ploy. I'll go round the block and bump into the jack, holding on for end after end. If I am feeling nasty though I won't care, I will roll straight, bump my head on the block.
I see you face, it's such a display, after all is said and done, and one of the teams triumphantly won, I'm packed away and left for another day......again.