Tight Pockets
Ooh, that's unlucky.
He got a nasty kick.
That looks like end of break.
He's run out of position.
That looks like end of break.
He's snookered himself behind the green!
That looks like end of break.
The referee, peeved
by the noisy unwrapping of sweets
has removed all the balls
from the table and is patting
his pockets for matches.
That looks like end of break.
Higgins is holding a flick-knife
to Steve Davis's throat,
foam forming at the corner of his gob.
That looks like end of break.
Irksome John Virgo,
gagged and tied face down
on a slate bed,
eyes filling with terror
as gloved hands
peel back his underpants,
silently screaming
"Where's the cue ball going?"
That looks like end of break.
The last match has been played
and the champion has been crowned.
Furthermore, all cue sports
have been outlawed
by the new puritans.
That looks like end of break.
Nuclear winter
sweeps through
the Crucible Theatre.
That looks like end of break.
B.R. 18.04.2021
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