A Billiard Poem

Bring your cue, balls and Delta-13 rack

Get prepared to attack

You stare your opponent in his eyes

knowing you are both very wise

You begin the match with a solid break

Only a couple balls you did not make

Stripes is what you choose

This is a match you definitely can't lose

You run the table like its your job

Trying not to act like a snob

At last you take a sip of your beer

The end is almost near

You sink the 8 ball in the corner pocket

Your hands shoot in the air like a rocket

You begin to celebrate

Because you definitely played great

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