This is a poem written by Pat Taylor about the Knock Out on Easter Monday at Libby's bar.
DOUBLES FOR DOUGH.
Doubles for Dough! the poster said,
"What the 'ecks that? - Do you get fed?"
We all troop along to LIBBY'S
(upstairs)
"Pay your entry fee here lads" - Graham
declares.
They look round the room - eye up opposition,
Then practice each board for feel and position.
8-30 precisely the draw is announced,
Who are they playing? Will they get trounced?
The players pair up - the atmosphere sound,
Who's got a bye then - and through the first round.
Hartley and Gartshore
to name just two,
Necks crane forward to get a better view.
Names I've not heard of like Peachy
and Skin,
Ticker, Boo and Spuggy
- they all want to win.
They all play their socks off right up to the
end,
The other guy's won - but he'll still be a friend.
The last game is played - it's Hylton and Billy,
Predict the result - now that would be silly.
In the end Mark Hylton is the ultimate hero,
Winning the tournament 3 games to zero.
Each is applauded and given a cheer,
And they'll do it again - but later this year.
