“You’ve not won me yet, you old cheat! fie for shame!
Fair play’s a jewel, Nick! Finish the game.”
Nick let go his hold, for though only a curs’t ’un
He felt he was bound, by the framed rules of Thurston,
Since he’d broken the balls, to be honest and plain,
And call upon Peeler to “break them” again.
So P. in a stew
Took up his cue
And aimed at the red in a manner so true,
And put on his ball such a quantum of screw,