A Nude Bowling: Trial by Fire

Bare, nude bodies, simply rolling,
News on strikes now duly striven.
Never cordial with the trolling.
Spares just anger, streaming driven.

Efforts poised, command, we lather.
Fiercely wronged, bad breaks so plain. 
How those guys and chicks must gather.
Frenzied focus, rent a lane.

Bicycles might lean outside us.
Looks are cuter when we’re plucky.
Dueling bolts must flow and glide us.
How those dreamers feel so lucky.

Bowling babies clamping down.
News outrageous, now a guest.
Coming through that village, town.
Someone likes it, at the chest. 

Empathy, we battle till.
Shaky focus, staging chief.
Allow the turnstiles, fingers drill,
A side is bashed, acquittal, grief.