I'm the roof
Bowing with Grandpa
In the rain
My Mom told me
That Grandpa was upstairs
Bowling with God
So I went up on my Grandma's roof
And Mom was right
There he was
Bowling
God was there too
But God was concentrating
On getting a strike
It was raining pretty bad
That's how you know
God is bowling
When you hear thunder
Grandpa was happy to see me
Not just because he misses me
But because I'm a really good bowler
My cat was up there too
And a few of my goldfish
And George Washington
(He's not a very good bowler)
It's hard to bowl in the rain
But I gave it my best shot
And when I heard my Mom
Yelling at me
To get down off the roof
I was sad that I hadn't put
My best foot forward
Grandpa gave me a hug
And told me not to go up on the roof anymore
When it rains
'But then how will I see you?'
He whispered the answer in my ear
And I laughed at how easy it was
'Okay, Grandpa. See you later. Tell God I said bye.'
'I'll tell him after. God gets mad if you talk during bowling.'
Geez, it's just bowling
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