Out on the green
Above legs so stout
Coloured balls many
Are laid neatly out
Awaiting a contact
Between white and cue
Before all the colours
Will know what to do
The reds all together
Are struck from the side
Now move in an arc
Over table so wide
Red down then a colour
They’re up to the test
White stuck in a snooker
He calls for the rest
Last two on the table
Pink down with a crack
The victor’s wry smile
While he‘s potting the black
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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