The Pool Shark

The Pool Shark Double or nothing I go for the gold. I meet with the devil and sell him my soul. Content with the knowledge I will win it all. I let him guide me to the pool hall table. Dressed in my white suit with Panama hat. I stand with my cue and watch my sucker rack. As I line up my shot I hear bets exchanged. Their values are spoken with a varying range. With a gleam in my eye I strike the cue ball And watch as my shot caused the three ball to fall. I pump my fist in glee for I called the side pocket In the ball shot like a red fiery rocket. My skills went down hill and I lost all my cash. The rest of my game had gone into the trash. As I slunk out the door Old Scratch was waiting for me. Your soul is mine now he said with great glee. As we walked off to hades that burn with fierce fire. I sadly learned to deal with the devil I should never have believed that crafty old liar.