View Full Version : Trouble in Englishtown - a poem  08-22-2005,
08:13 AM hi, first time poster. i've always loved the game but
don't play nearly as much as i'd like.  anyway, i wrote this
poem and thought i'd share it with those who can appreciate it's
subject.  any feedback is welcome.  thanks, hope you like it.
'Trouble in Englishtown'  "151, 152, 153...." and on it went,
balls dropping like flies, a pensive pause and a swift stride,
followed with a silk stroke and the usual cry, "154, 155 ...."
it was a new song sung by a new heart to an old simple tune.  he
taught them to dance or so it seemed, his cue stick conducting a
symphony. they followed his commands with grace and ease, and
the vanquished always swore the balls could see.  the realm is
cue and ivory, and for all to see the monarch of the green
continues his riegn secure and supreme.  at times he grows
bored, his kingdom safe and assured. he takes time off to see
the world. the laurels come often and free, words heavy with
honey like returning b