CLAUDIA C MORADO
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
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