Little Jimmy Congleton

Little Jimmy Congleton
 
A regular at the snooker hall, as he winks to his mates once more
He chalks his cue for another shot, as the referee shouts the score
 
Jim has a disability; he tells folk that it’s spinal
But it never stops Jim focusing; he’s set to win the final
 
Reds are off and the yellow has gone, next its green then brown
But blue was not for potting, and so jimmy’s score was down
 
 
The opponent potted blue and, little jimmy was now worried
With so much pressure on this game, he felt he may have hurried
 
The crowd were tense and anxious; this game was on the brink
Jimmy Congleton chalked his cue, before attempting pink
 
Jim’s pain from disability, was telling in his back
He eyed the table up, to get his cue ball back for black
 
Seconds ticking over as, his cue attacked the ball
                          Pink ball hit the pocket, and proceeded then to fall
 
His cue ball glided slowly, Jim smiled as it rolled back
This was his opportunity, to win by potting black
 
The crowd went wild for jimmy,
 His opponent shook his hand
 
Then jimmy took the microphone, from the commentators stand
 
 
“I just want to send this message,  
About things that folk can do…
Even if like me with disability…
“There’s nothing you can’t do”