Competition 3398 invited you to submit a poem about snooker as the world champion-ship was under way. The entries poured in! There were many excellent poems in both camps (snooker being either the best or the most boring thing ever). Among others, Anna Cox, D.A. Prince, Nick Syrett, Kavanagh Millard, Ralph Goldswain and Helen Baty deserve a nod, as does Philip Riseborough:
A one-four-seven
What heaven, what heaven!
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When TV’s snooker balls were grey
Ted Lowe would help us follow play
with, ‘First he’ll take that easy green
(mid-grey, near pocket, centre-screen).
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