I am a big fan of snooker although I am a very poor player. These are some snooker poems I have written which will shortly be published in a collection of snooker poems.
There Once Was A Yellow Who Said
There once was a yellow who said
"I'm worth far much more than a red.
Please score me as four,
or even much more,
or else I'll be leaving instead!
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Where's The Cue Ball Going?
It's gone for a stroll
down the hole
I Potted A Long Red
I potted a long red and gave out a scream,
as it was the best shot that I'd ever seen.
Still needing 8 snookers, I thought this could mean
the start of a comeback. The best that there's been!
I needed to focus and not start to dream
as my best ever break was only sixteen.
I potted the black and gave out a scream
as I aimed for the green in the worst miss there's been!
I nteresting -
What Would Taylor Have Done?
I was losing 8-0 and having no fun.
I thought to myself what would Taylor have done?
I kissed the big trophy as if I had won.
I lost 18 nil to my 10 year old son.