Attacked by an eight-pound, round blight
A 7-10 split! and I smirk
Knowing that the end is nigh
She finishes her streak of
Spares and how-did-you-do-that strikes
I have a chance this time
Just a hope and just a prayer
That my reputation as a gamer
Could somehow this day be spared
For weeks and months, she dogged me
A non-gamer destroyed my scores
I've ranted and raved for answers
My ego, battered and sore
She's recovered from her mistake
And she's thrown another strike
My visage becomes downcast
As I slowly lose this fight
I stare down these tiny pins
These banes of my existence
And I vow, right then and there,
To win through sheer persistence
With the Wiimote strapped securely
To my weak and girly hand
I wind up like Roger Clemens
And I chuck it like a man
I watch the subtle spin
Of a ball thrown by a master
I watch the subtle spin
Of a ball thrown to the gutter
I drop to my knees in despair
My arms fall to the floor
My imitation of Darth Vader
A long and mournful 'NOOOOO!'
And my beautiful, red-headed maelstrom
My current love and future wife
With all the pity that's within her
With all the affability of a knife
She smiles down upon me
Her eyes blue like the sea
With a smug grin of victory,
Asks, 'best two out of three?'
Aaron Waite eventually won a game of 'Wii Bowling' against his fiancee, Janelle. She may tell a different story, but he's sticking to his guns.