A Sonnet on the First Session (Masters 2023 Snooker Final)

Smooth green baize is the perfect podium,

To crown our King of the Pot Black table.

“Glory” flashes inside their craniums,

Yet, “defeat” is the unwanted label.

Williams’ smoking century break,

But Trump does not take that just lying down.

This final will not be a piece of cake;

Errors will be punished in London-town.

The Welsh Potting Machine inconsistent;

Capable of some thrilling snooker play,

Until his polish all seems to be spent,

You have to feel that this won’t be his day.

Then two frames snatched late and he’s back in it:

We await the night with a 5-3 split.