British champion for fifty years

Easily beats all his challengers

Bored of always being the best

He’d rather be like all the rest

Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes

Missing the table and losing matches

Now with pressure from above

He was forced to carry on

“You’re the best, don’t you want to win?”

To which he replied with a cheeky grin

“I’m bored of always being the best

I’d rather be like all the rest!”

Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun

He loses a game now and then

He enjoys it, though, playing for pleasure

Without the competition, without the pressure

Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes

Missing the table and losing matches