Your Choice
Tips, felt, balls and cues,
Ferrules, linen, bars and booze,
Meucci, Players, Pechauer, or Joss,
Lucasi, Predator, who’s the boss?
Scorpion, Ol’Hausen, and Brunswick,
Which do you prefer? Which do you pick?
Artistic, singles, masters, or women’s,
Doubles, amateurs, or men’s, it all depends.
Shoot straight, shoot hard, and think fast,
If you miss, you may lose, might be your last.
It’s now over, your match is at an end,
Did you tie? Did you lose? Or did you win?
sjs
The Cue
Balabushka, Scorpion, Cuetec, or Stealth,
One could make you your wealth.
Adrenaline, Dufferin, Rat or Elite,
Might still make you complete.
5280, Viscotti, Joss or Poison,
May be what you have chosen.
There is Hampton, Excalibur, and Cyclone,
Brunswick, Universal, and then Schon.
My father’s choice is Helmstetter,
Doesn’t mean its any better.
Espiritu is another in his bag,
Mine are Meucci, Lucasi, and Players,
Not that I tend to brag.
But, the choices are still never ending,
Theres Predator, Outlaw, Riley, and Viking.
Also Pechauer, McDermott, Sierra, and O.B.
Sigel, Mali, Huebler, plus Jacoby.
If you’re a killer in this sport of pool,
Anthrax, Cyanide, Arsenic, and Strychnine sound cool.
But yet, still more for your reaction,
Mezz, Adam, Varner, or Champion.
Porper, Fury, Star, and then Vintage,
Elephant, Falcon, or maybe a Rage.
I could go on till times end,
Blizzard, Viper, Frenzy, and Legend.
If I had my choice of quality and taste,
$2000 plus I would waste.
On a cue of such exquisite design,
Samsara would be the only choice of mine.
Whatever your choice, whatever your whim,
Shoot straight, take Action, and try to win.
sjs
A Good Night…
The felt on the table,
The crackle of the light,
The chalk on the tip,
The balls shiny and bright,
The cue ball in the kitchen,
The rack at the foot string,
The money on the top rail,
The Doctor is now shooting,
The grip on my cue as I draw it back,
The follow thru “SNAP” as I break the rack,
The balls roll fast across the green,
The rack breaks quick, can hardly be seen,
The deafening silence as the rack slows down,
The opponents smile changes to a big ugly frown,
The noticing of the 8-ball being potted,
The money I reach for as I am allotted,
The loser demands another game,
The winner I will walk away just the same.
sjs