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An ode to online billiards I write,

especially to eight ball pool: the best,

at least the most accessible, and quite

as popular or more than all the rest:

Thy technicolor sea hath been a boon,

its rite the routine of the layabout,

for men avoiding work alone at noon,

for both the skill-less and seasoned lout.

Companion of all laziness, stay soft

thy felt, and warm thy pockets, called or no.

To all with mouse in hand, no cue aloft

nor dealt, may we, the real game, someday know.

But now, back to the screen, I freshly go,

vending machine potato chips in tow.

~~~

If all of us were valiant as he;

the hero of La Mancha (from the tale),

how wonderful our whimsy lives would be

with naught but heroism to regale.

I see no error in a life like that,

erroneous it is, though, if defined;

and that’s why truth can be a silly spat

if “errors” like Quixote you can find.

For in a moment would all quarrels end

(no good knight takes up arms against the next)

and bands that bind the poor and blind would rend,

for none ‘round Don Quixote are so vexed.

Be lost in dreams of glory if you may,

but if you’ll live, live like Don Quixote.