Here they come with their wooden sticks
The presidents are back with all their tricks
It’s time for a game of good old pool
Who will look daft and play like a fool
I’m in says Lincoln,with his black top hat
He polishes his cue like he’s pruning a cat
The peanut man Jimmy, enters the room
When he pockets the black it goes in with a boom!
The cigar smoking Clinton orders a whiskey
Better not tell his wife he’s come with Lewinsky
The Georges rack the balls with prestige style
But when Dubya counts them it takes him a while
Baraka jokes about the size of his cue
But with his accurate aim it will see him through
Ike wants to break and he won’t be second
He’s going to win or so he reckons
Dickie is here with his pool hall tricks
He can hide the balls as quick as a flick
Ronnie fouls and pockets the wrong ball
It’s all in the game he says with a drawl
Ford is slow and takes his time
You can hear a clock tick and occasionally chime
Johnson and Kennedy want to play doubles
But when the Roosevelt’s agree they know they’re in trouble
As the smoke clears from Wilson’s pipe
There’s a new chap chatting a lot of tripe
The new member of the club is leaning against the panels
He’s almost broke after paying Miss Daniels
Finally Washington wins with a tussle
You’ve got to watch these presidents when they try to hustle
Comments1
Love this! Very original concept. Funny! I can see them in a pool hall trying to hustle each other. It's great.
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