Captain's Folly
Hearken, ye captain, follow the nine,
With the blue and the orange,
And then the seven is fine,
Beware the green for the vision may fail,
Beware the stroke, the white,
Alas, not upon the rail,
Unto the cue a tip without chalk,
Broke across the lawns,
Between two titties they flock,
Perchance your five into the side,
Luck upon you, sir,
But the eight shall be mine.
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