OLD WORLD CHAMPIONS.

Snooker’s

Keeping me glued

Like it used to do;

Like it hasn’t done

For some time now

Amidst a crowded schedule;

Like it did,

When, as a kid,

I watched Griffiths win;

When Davis

Quickly made it plain

That the safe game might thrive;

When Alex blew

That approach wide open

And drew up a new blueprint;

When Taylor

Made staying up late

All the more sweeter with the Nugget’s defeat;

When Joe repeated

That victory the following year,

And brought the trophy nearer home,

But then

Hendry spent years

Turning my hair white,

As well as denying Jimmy’s right

To win the damn thing

That he should have secured in ’84;

And only Ronnie’s sporadic victories

Have picked me up since,

And will hopefully do so again come tomorrow.