Balls doing acrobatics down the hardwood lanes
Outside the second arrow trying to find the pocket
When in reality my ball does what it wants
Leaving me more pins than I can spare.
With everything arrayed in front of him
Albert just couldn’t make up his mind
Nothing there would satisfy his itch
Then again, it could be he desired it all. If only…
Sighing he just sat there
Neville grinned at Albert’s quandary
Everything was going according to plan
Even if Albert made a decision, he would regret it
Doubt was all Neville desired. His job here was done.
Satan will enjoy this soul!