Snookered by Marjorie Atkinson

I could hear the noise of balls clashing
Wounding is what it was

“Billiards” one the soldiers said
“There’s a referee and balls of red and white”

But to play you have to get out of bed
There are rules to play this game

Table larger than this bed
with pockets round the sides

I hear the men shout words of war:
“Shot!”  “The shooter – foul!”  “An act of God.”

Laying in my bed, my mind all a blur
Could this be real, or in my mind?

Laughter and loud applause brought me to my senses
I am glad to be alive