now it’s camaraderie down
the plughole dry pint glasses
and an unstabbed dartboard
as this Parthenon of chalk dust
played host to its last epic
clash of the amateurs
baize blessed for the final time
many-houred conflict of breakoffs
and ***** shots
a throng of fortunate bespectacled
punters quiet for the final frame
all back and forth
‘til two unknowns outside of town
shook hands proclaimed a draw
MORE the crowd cried
playtime was over but they’ll always
remember this tussle for the title
in the multi-tabled hall that sleeps
where an angry scarlet sign
on the entrance doors bellows
NO ENTRY to the memories held within
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
now it’s camaraderie down
the plughole dry pint glasses
and an unstabbed dartboard
as this Parthenon of chalk dust
played host to its last epic
clash of the amateurs
baize blessed for the final time
many-houred conflict of breakoffs
and ***** shots
a throng of fortunate bespectacled
punters quiet for the final frame
all back and forth
‘til two unknowns outside of town
shook hands proclaimed a draw
MORE the crowd cried
playtime was over but they’ll always
remember this tussle for the title
in the multi-tabled hall that sleeps
where an angry scarlet sign
on the entrance doors bellows
NO ENTRY to the memories held within
Written: March 2024.
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