Poolroom Poetry
I love snooker and pool, so I've written some poetry on some great snooker players and matches in history. I know it's kind of a specialist subject but I hope you like them anyway.
Enjoy,
Alain English
Rocket Ronnie O'Sullivan
Ronnie's a legend
Ronnie's a survivor
He's gonna fight you all the way
Oh what a thriller
Oh what a wild time
Watching O'Sullivan play!
When Ronnie hits the baize
He can set the place ablaze
With a playing style that's canny and quick
He pulls shots right out the bag
As his rivals start to lag
As he's potting all the balls with his stick
Well, the English really rate him
And the Scottish really hate him
And the Chinese think he's rude and obscene
For when Ronnie's getting flirty
He starts talking really dirty
And his mouth could really do with a clean
But when Ronnie feels the tension
He can go into depression
And his feelings start to get really down
And it really does his head in
When he's playing Peter Ebdon
Who will slowly run him into the ground
But when Ronnie keeps his head
He can knock opponents dead
And the silver trophies start piling up
And his fans are all in heaven
When he makes a 147
And they never, ever want him to stop
Ronnie's a legend
Ronnie's a survivor
He's gonna fight you all the way
Oh what a thriller
Oh what a wild time
Watching O'Sullivan play
Watching O'Sullivan play!!!
The Greatest Game of All
This is a tale of snooker lore
The best game ever played
It took place at the Crucible
Where history was made
In the town of Sheffield
All the masses would arrive
For the Embassy World Championships
In 1985
So they pot the reds, with the cue and white
Then the yellow, green, brown and blue
So they pot the reds, then the pink and black
To see the victory through
Steve Davis was the champion
The finest ever seen
With a wooden cue held in his hand
The man was a machine
Now Dennis Taylor was the man
Whom Davis had to best
The Irishman with massive specs
Who loved to joke and jest
And the game was set and the players met
To dance the final duel
And the game was set and the players met
Which one of them would rule?
Well Davis couldn't miss a shot
And took an eight-frame lead
If Taylor was to win the match
A miracle he'd need
But Taylor mustered all the strength
Inside him to fight back
To take it to the final frame
And then the final black
So the brown he sinks then the blue and pink
To bring him close to winning
So the brown he sinks then the blue and pink
And sends the cueball spinning
Well Taylor tried to down the black
But failed to make the shot
And left his deadly adversary
With an easy pot
Now Davis came to make the shot
That would see him the victor
To everybody's disbelief
He missed a total sitter
And the black stayed out and there was no doubt
The pressure was too much
And the black stayed out and there was no doubt
That Davis lost his touch
Now Taylor rose to meet his fate
His face had gone all red
And as he sank the black
He raised the cue above his head
The game had gone down to the wire
But somehow he won through it
He wagged his finger to the crowd -
"I told you I could do it!"
And the black went down and he won the crown
Oh what a great game it was
And the black went down and he won the crown
To cheering and applause
And the game was done and the battle won
Upon the final ball
And in history it is hailed to be
The greatest game of all.
Kid Delicious
Rolling up, racking up
Packing out the halls
Slamming up, jamming up
Rolling in the balls
Kid Delicious
A cue-ball on legs
Kid Delicious
He's like scrambled eggs
Kid Delicious
Gonna make you smile
Kid Delicious
Playing pool with style
Genius with a cue-stick
Kid knows how to shoot!
Playing all the angles,
Taking all the loot!
Bristol Bob
Was his right-hand man
Told the kid
"Look I've got a plan
On the road
We could make some dough,
What you say?
Come on here we go?"
Figuring out the hustle
Running out the rack
Gonna get some action
Goin' on attack!
Kid Delicious
Travelled far and wide
Bristol Bob
Always by his side
From the east
They would travel west
Setting traps
To ensnare the best
Bob would play the shortstops
Triggering the ruse
All the local hotshots
Thought they couldn't lose
They laid bets
Money rising fast -
"Thousand bucks
Says I kick your ass"
They would shark
Try to make him choke
But the Kid
Never lost his stroke
Playing it with english
Playing it with draw
Leaving all the railbirds
Looking on in awe
Kid Delicious
Became widely known
With a style
That was all his own
That ain't good
For a hustler so
It was time
To be turning pro
Rolling up, racking up
Packing out the halls
Slamming up, jamming up
Rolling in the balls!
Kid Delicious
Played the very best
Kid Delicious
Was a great success
Kid Delicious
I've run out of rhyme
Kid Delicious
Say it one more time
Kid Delicious
'Cos he ain't no fool
Kid Delicious
He's the king of pool
All poetry written by Alain English
winston plowes
Fri 27th Nov 2009 23:36
Lots of us remember where we were on that Davis/Taylor final black night. a good read.winston