Game On

In snooker there is but one rule
To play your best at the crucible
Professionals play under extreme pressure
For the crowds joy and immense pleasure



Fifteen reds set up on the table
Potting away at different angles
Six different colours to add to the score
A 147 break and the crowd just roars



The talent so hot, competition is fierce
These geniuses play without any fears
The crowds are gathering to take their seats
To watch the rocket increase his lead



Ronnie stoops down to take his shot
Suddenly a noise in the crowd, oh' he’s shocked 
Michaela raises her voice, calm down please
To late the distraction unsettles his ease



In an effort to continue he chalks his cue
Playing for green, his minds on blue
He strikes the white and hits the green
But it rattles in pocket, he's caused a scene



He knows he’s missed even before the shot
His concentration gone, another frame lost
Due to start a another frame now
Selby to break, the crowd crying out




Commentary throughout has been superb
The skill of these players we've observed
An absolute brilliant entertaining game 
especially that last twist in the final frame


(Oh' Wait a minute, I think we've been snookered!)


Copyright © 12th February 2014
K.C.Leake
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