Billiard Blues

An off-white daydream.

Memories and meant-to-be's

Rotten luck and destiny.

Now,

How did she

Slip through the seams?

Why,

Falling through the in-between

Of cushion A and cushion B.

"Call me names and smack me blue!

I said it, Arthur, shame on you!"

Artie cried as he came to.

"She was my Boo, my Honeyboo!

That golden red-head, Bonnie Lou!

In a game of billiards, too!

Darn it all, it's just not true!"

Denial first, it makes you think.

"Why'd she go and make a stink!"

He blames the girl, and takes a drink.

"I /know/ that she did more than wink!"

Now here's the story, full and true.

How Artie lost his Bonnie Lou.

He bet his Love against a mate.

He did to impress said date.

He puffed his chest and took the bait.

His lack of skill assured his fate.

And soon, it was all too late.