9 Ball

One in the corner
Two in the side
Three off the bank
Oh, how she made that ball glide
Four with a little English
The Five dropped on the break
And then there was the Six
A shot I knew she wouldn’t make
She asked me to call the pocket
“Which hole should it go in?”
Then she sunk the Six
With a little backspin
“Sometimes you have to hit it soft”
The Seven slowly creeps into the side pocket
“Then sometimes you have to hit it hard!”
Eight zips cross the table like a sky rocket
“But you always have to set yourself up
-To hit it again”
That’s when she put the Nine in.