There was an old “Mad Magazine” poem parody that began something like:“Come bowl with me this evening, dearAnd we will kill twelve pints of beer”It then continued in that vein, with more food (I seem to recall “a quart of peach ice cream”), and drink, with the bowlers, indeed, putting on weight as they participated in the sport. It ended something like:“Come bowl with me, you really shouldThe exercise will do you good!”
There was an old “Mad Magazine” poem parody that began something like:“Come bowl with me this evening, dearAnd we will kill twelve pints of beer”It then continued in that vein, with more food (I seem to recall “a quart of peach ice cream”), and drink, with the bowlers, indeed, putting on weight as they participated in the sport. It ended something like:“Come bowl with me, you really shouldThe exercise will do you good!”