looks out for a cab by the door, My mates placed their orders, and I, like a snap, Went off to the bar for more beers from the tap, When from the pool table arose such a clatter, We decided to go give the balls a good batter, Away to the table we flew in a dash, Popped in a pound and racked up like a flash, The lamp o’er the table gave the balls a bright glow, The cue ball as white, as blue-dotted snow, When what to my wandering eye should appear, But a pair of cue balls when just one should …