We Had a Ball

Bald as a buzzard was Cue ball,

How’d you think he got his name?

Then of course there was Pinball

Who bounced around like he was insane.

And Eight ball I remember to,

Who was forever behind;

Old friends of mine it’s true,

When life seemed well aligned.

Shooting pool down at the hall,

Good times I’m thinking back,

Me and the boys had a ball,

Always game and ready to rack.

Oh yeah, and speaking of racks,

The boys always did love Snooker,

Man, she was something across the tracks,

Though I heard she became a hooker.

Life was ours and ours to snatch,

To youthful exuberance I’ll chalk it,

And even though we were bound to scratch,

We had balls enough to fill a pocket.