4 cups diverged on a slippery table
And sorry we couldn't connect them thrice
But we 2 players, strong and able
Lived up to our collective label
For racking at 6 has been our vice

Then took my partner, ball in palm
And heaving plastic in the air
Amidst the blaring rap, a calm
Ball in cup, with much aplomb
Then, I shoot and leave a pair

Across the table, in a haze
Opponents stand in full disdain
As we receive collective praise
And knowing the list goes on for days
I doubt tonight they'll play again

I shall be telling this, drunk and high
After getting laid, but alas, a crime
4 cups diverged on a table and I-
I took the rack less traveled by
But they came back and won in overtime