It’s Bowling Time: Hello, Party!

We see an angel tally
And dance inside these clubs,
For how we bowled that alley
Screams and rankly dubs.

We spare, insane, so actively,
Seek styles on lanes too long.
And while we dream historically,
We stare at jugs so wrong! 

Changing scenes do flood our pride,
While others gain the prize. 
The ample loss, we take in stride,
In this sweet enterprise.

Though many still progressively
Construct and feel their way.
The best must bowl aggressively,
Corral these games someday.