Third poem from the “You Know the Type Bar”




Mr. Pool Shark

Mr. Pool Shark has teeth with a razor’s edge.
A pool stick in hand, his cue always ready
to cut you out.
Out of your money, that is.
Always looking for a new sucker.
While swimming around
the table in a pool of blood.
Always someone else’s, that is.

“Rack ‘em,” he’ll say with a toothy grin.
“Maybe I can learn from you just how to play the game.”
While playing you.
While playing to win.
While playing to empty your pockets.

At first you do win!
Oh, the thrill of victory.
Then he’ll buy you a drink to help you think.
Asking you for advice.
Ohing and ahing
at each shot you make
while thinking about
the money he’ll take.
Just a few games later.
The bets will get higher.
The drinks will get you higher.
And you soon discover Mr. Shark is a liar.

Leaning up against the wall with pool stick in his hand.
“One more game! Let’s bet it all.”
He will smugly suggest. And, of course,
by now you think you are the best!
One more game.
One more game
and you have lost it all.

Mr. Pool Shark has teeth with a razor’s edge.
You know the type.

Your portrayals of these characters are magnificent, Suzanne! I can see this guy too, very easily! Great job!!

Love and Hugs,

Alice

I was that pool shark - but I always lost! Good poem Suzanne! Did you hear about the lady who could juggle pool balls and drink beer at the same time?
Her name was Beatrix Potter .......... (beer tricks?!?)