Roasters of Reconciliatory Rest,

I have retired from the game of pool after many years of admirable safety play. To mark the occasion I wrote a piece about my career in the sport whilst listening to The Second Hand Marching Band during a lunch break.

Pool League Pilgrim

Would you pot for another?
Would you wait by and hover?
Can the drop of the ball make your day?
Will you make it okay?

The baize is no place for chameleons,
A sandwich is not a meal for lions.
To change a circumstance that suited you until today,
Choose a cue from the gallant array.

Will you be bold and smash the pack?
Will you hold your nerve to pot the black?

Forgotten maths,
Ungracious laughs,
Groaning sclaffs.
You said it was peace for our time
I said it was pool for tonight