The Silence Thereafter

[n00b poem :D]

We could hear a crack, followed by a scream.
A triumphal joy, a winner's dream
One was fat, while the other was lean
The thing they had in common, they both were in jeans

Me? I was playing pool
With meager skills, we sure looked like fools,
And then there were some trying to act cool
Smacking balls in, the cue as a tool

And then suddenly the noise there stopped,
The bubble of joy had but popped
With every ball down, all egos cropped
The silence thereafter, like a teardrop


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