The worst love poem ever?

Our Love is Like a Bowling Ball

Our love is like a bowling ball
Like a brand new Brunswick Red Zone,
bowling-ballIt rolls and rolls down the alley of desire
And rolls and rolls and rolls.

I will keep you out of the gutters, my love
And put my fingers in your holes
Every kiss a strike or at least a spare,
Our future a perfect game.

Our love is like a bowling ball,
Our scores will rise and rise
I shall never step beyond the foul line,
And I will rent your shoes.

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[Source: Slate‘s Bad Poetry Contest, 2007.]

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