Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Bro Bowl

My brother and I made a bet.
Whoever bowled the lesser game
Had to do the chores that were set
Around the house that Mom would name
For the next 6 months. Hands were shook,
And proceeded to bowl away.
Every frame, a strike I took,
And so did Bro to all's dismay.
So when the game was bowled and done,
We each had same time perfect scores,
And a 15 minute fame run,
And Mom still gave both of us chores.

In fact, Mom gave us more to do,
For betting - she took a dim view.