Charles Messina Poet Rhyme

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One of my favorite past-times is shooting pool. My whole life I've always been around the tables. This is a true story of one of the first times that I was of legal drinking age (18) and was able to go into a bar and drink. The game we played is called "Eight Ball" Usually the one who shoots the eight ball in after they have shot all of their balls in, striped or solid, wins the game. But if you get the eight ball in on the break you win the game that way as well. I played two games and only took two shots and won both times. Luck was on my side that day!

The Shark

I went out to a bar one night 
To have myself a beer 
I went to a place I've never been before 
So I knew nobody there
 
I watched two fellas shooting pool 
And they looked like they were good 
I asked them both, if I can play 
And they said, "Boy, do you think you could"
 
When it was my turn to play 
One of them handed me the cue 
He asked me if I wanted to break 
I said, "I don't mind if I do" 

After I broke the rack of balls 
The eight ball dropped right in
I beat his butt pretty fast 
And I chalked me up a win 

He said, "Boy that was luck 
Can I play you one more time" 
He was dropping all the quarters 
So I really didn't mind
 
He racked the balls and he said to me 
"Do you want to wage a bet?" 
I told him to be careful; 
"It's a bet you might regret"
 
He laid down a twenty-dollar note 
And said to me, "Let's play" 
I was feeling good and on my game 
So I said, "Okay"
 
I broke the rack and hit them hard; 
I gave those balls a ride 
The eight ball rolled all around 
Then it fell into the side 

I didn't take his twenty-dollars 
Even though I knew I won 
I just had him buy me my next beer 
And said, "Practice up there, son"

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton September 5, 2018 at 2:36 PM LOVE IT. I love the feel of chalking up the queue stick and pocketing the winning shot. 8 is a favourite number of mine and so lucky. Great poem from an astute Shark.

Matshidiso Mosia May 3, 2018 at 1:21 PM Nice write Charles Messina May 3, 2018 at 3:23 PM Thank You, Matshidiso