Pool Hall Fun Poem by CLAUDIA C MORADO

I took my stick
They heard the splatter
It looked so SIC
All was shattered!

1 through 9 rolled all around
but 8 looked pocket bound!
It bounced and crashed
And kept on spinning
It zigged and zagged
As I stood gleaming.

My little ball all dressed in black,
Hit the rail with a mighty whack
Danced with the corners
Then paused at the rim…
Oh why don't you just go in?

As we all stood in awe
My hand closing my jaw
My 8 simply delayed
It's ultimate fate

Over it went to an empty pit
Opponents not knowing what to think
Nothing so great, making them sit
Breaking and making the 8 ball sink