A Billiard Poem

 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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