The late Canadian singer Denny Doherty
led three others in a popular melody.
"Monday, Monday" went high up the music charts.
This catchy tune won many sixties hearts.
When Denny was joined with Cass, John, and Michelle,
this harmonizing quartet performed quite well.
Millions loved "California Dreamin'", "Creeque Alley", and the rest.
However, "Monday Monday" turned out to be their best.
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 !
Could it be? Not to sound too poetic
That I’m alone, unwanted and pathetic
Well if we sum all the facts in our hand
Then we may find near the answer we’ll land
Well I am as we speak writing poetry
Something that should be left to Pete Doherty
Or maybe a libertine of days gone by
For they understood romance would not die
Could it be? Was the question asked
Thus my self worth is diminishing fast
You see I feel a shadow of my forma
And I’ll try see if I can inform ya
My phone rarely bleeps or dose shudder
For my life has seen much more colour
It was much more red, yellow, green too
If I’m honest now it’s much more blue
They used to say I was “man about town”
Always a wink, a smile. No frown
The tail is classic, once a light burning bright
And now it has faded I give up the fight
Hang on! Bleep, bleep check inbox
Reads: Phil get to the party tonight rocks.
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