Balls in their pockets

The final frame and the last red is on, expertly potted where’s the white ball gone?

The crowd can exhale, the cue ball’s in balk, Ronnie looks at his cue and gives it a chalk

Nothing is on, the colours well spread, Ronnie circles the table and scratches his head

His three cushion black an incredible shot, how did he make that impossible pot?

A canon on yellow sets up the frame, the Rocket has got it, the championship game.