Antrims Glory

In Killarney's hall, Gleneagles grand,

Pool cues clicking, across the land.

Tuesday to Sunday, the battle's call,

For All-Ireland glory, standing tall.

Saffron and white, a Northern dream,

County Antrim boys, a pool-playing team.

Chalking the tips, with steady hand,

For glory and pride, in this promised land.

Angles and spins, a calculated art,

Each shot precise, a beating heart.

The baulk line beckons, the table's array,

Winning the titles, day by day.

From County Antrim, they came to play,

Skill and precision light up the way.

Breaking the pack, a focused gaze,

A champion's spirit, in a pool-lit haze.

Killarney's echoes, a victory's sound,

Antrim's pool boys, crowned and renowned.

Saffron and white, forever bright,

Pool champions gleaming, in the fading light.