A Game Of Pool (part 2)

 

Whatever game it was, that the yokels were playing

It wasn’t a conventional game of pool

The black ball had long since gone down

And they just seemed to be smacking the balls around the table

Any old how

 

When a ball went down

Be it a spot or a stripe

They gave out a large cheer

When one missed

Or they ballsed up the shot

It was accompanied by laughter

 

There was more laughter than cheering

 

One

A big fat lad

With a ruddy face and ginger hair

Seemed to be in charge

He wore green moleskin trousers

And a Harris Tweed weskit

The deerstalker hat

Plonked, unceremoniously on the hat stand

Was of the same Harris Tweed

And must have been his too

 

The second yokel was obviously  his brother

For they looked so alike

Same ruddy complexion and ginger hair

Though he was younger

And a lot slimmer

He too wore green moleskin trousers

But being the style icon that he was

He’d accompanied them with red bracers

 

The third was cut from different cloth altogether

An older man

Tall and skinny

Almost skeletal

With mutton chop sideburns

Which failed to hide his sunken cheeks

He wore jeans

His ill-fitting trainers seemed to be two sizes too big

Giving him an ungainly, crane-like gait

 

More laughter

Then a cheer

As the last ball went down

And Fat-boy declared himself the winner