by Iranu » 25 Dec 2019 Read
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
Ronnie O’Sullivan’s on the attack!
His opponent can only sit and watch,
And wish that players could still drink scotch.
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
The cueball smashes into the pack.
Reds now spread far and wide,
“You couldn’t place them better if you tried!”
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
Position retained with a tricky cutback.
Now Ronnie’s almost won the frame,
Will the maximum be his aim?
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
64 points and still on track!
What a break we’re seeing here
Controlling the white like a puppeteer!
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
The other player with no way back.
Now he’ll be cheering Ronnie on,
Knowing that his chance has gone.
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
Disappearing with a mighty CRACK!
The crowd is silent, breath baited,
Absorbed, engrossed, exhilarated.
Red ball, black ball, red ball, black
Has anyone else had such a knack
For keeping viewers on the edge of their seat,
And raising every single heartbeat?
Red ball, black ball, red ball... pink!
The hearts of all onlookers sink,
As Ronnie elects to forgo the max
Despite the previous 14 blacks!
He pots with glee each remaining ball,
Revelling in his audacious gall.
The crowd, commentators, viewers astounded,
Their anticipation completely unfounded!
Such is the enigma of the Rocket,
Always a shock or two in his pocket.
A genius of snooker, in a class of his own,
Still awaiting a pretender to usurp his throne.