A Pool Player's Lament

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LWD

AzB Silver Member
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I recently had a lesson from a local instructor. A week or so later he texted me, asking how my stroke was coming along. I thought I might as well tell him the truth, so I composed this little ditty:

A POOL PLAYER’S LAMENT

My stroke is a joke,
and my style is to choke.

I once got shape, but missed the shot.

My Fargo is below zero,
and I am no action hero.

My best shot is the fluke,
and even that is inconsistent.

My break just tickles the rack,
and the other players snicker all the way in the back.

I once tried to jump the cue ball,
it landed three tables away.

My stroke is a joke,
and my style is to choke.

I am in a league, by myself.
 
Haiku for Poor LWD

Master helps student
Yet cue misbehaves all day
Firewood in next life
 
Nice job.

Must not have been much of a lesson, but I'm glad you left the instructor's name out of your post --- it wouldn't have been good for their future business.

There's a nice rhythm to your poetic lament --- perhaps you missed your calling.
 
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