To a young pro from Nantucket
Each pocket looked big as a bucket.
The Ayatollah of One-Hola
Easily won the gorgonzola
'Cause when he stroked it, he stuck it.
To a young pro from Nantucket
The pockets looked big as a bucket.
The Ayatollah of One-Hola
Easily won the gorgonzola
Cause when he stroked it, he stuck it.
Late of the jungle, wild and dim, Sliced from the elephant's ivory limb, Painted, polished, here these spheres Rehearse their civilized careers-- Trapped in a geometric roil, Exhibit impact and recoil Politely, in a farce of force. For this, I utter no remorse But praise the complicated plan That organizes beast and man In patterns so superbly styled, Late of the jungle, dim and wild.
There once was a pool player from Nantucket.
He had 15 balls ...................................
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The end.