Here is a poem that I just wrote for you guys! It's in the 'Terza Rima' form which I use a lot.
My brothers play Ten-Pin bowling unaware
That graceless is the action of toppling pins
In pursuit of a 'Strike'; failing that a 'Spare'
These four foul men have buzz cuts and double chins
They wear silk bowling shirts and flat,sliding shoes;
In fashion terms these are both cardinal sins.
Preferring lager, they'll drink just any 'booze'
As they dissect the minutae of their game
Before stripping off to show off their tattoos.
Our father ought to bare some of the blame
For in them he instilled each ungainly trait
But I dearly wish they had some sense of shame
Yet I envy them and their bond so innate
And the chance to join their team I shall await.