O this is a tester,
For the so - called Jester,
From flipping Leicester!
Will he try and blast it into the pocket,
Like his nemesis Ronnie the Rocket?
Or will he play safe
In order to save face?
I expect the latter,
As despite all his patter,
He is a snooker bore.
And that's his major flaw.
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Very astutely observed and wickedly wittily well written Dominic. And bring back the cocaine fuelled trippy hippy glory days of Hurricane Higgins and Whirlwind White! And when you could see each opponent smoking during each snooker tournament forever sponsored by Benson And Hedges. A full score and most humorously deserved.