Cruciballs

There’s a breathless hush in the Crucible, A racing baize and the black to win, To miss that red was inexcusable – His hand was shaking – too much gin ? The “Hurricane” is blown away, We will not see his like today, But Hendry, Higgins, Doherty Williams, Selby, Ding Junhui Are hoping for that one-four-seven, The perfect snooker, shot from heaven. The prize at stake is filthy lucre; To fans this is the World of Snooker, A game that’s played in clubs and halls – But for some, a load of balls !