To the beach mon, mi wan a go pon de beach road, mon.
No problem the taxi driver said, $200 J, mon.
"Yeah mon," mark said as he leaned back in the taxi.
We were cruising down the Cliff road, not a cloud in the sky.
"Hot one today" I said.
"Mon, you missed August mon," the driver said. it was wicked mon.
Yeah, I heard.
Soon we were at the round-a-bout and instead of continuing with the curve, the Taxi driver straightened out and made a bee line up the beach road.
"Smooth," I said to myself,
"mon you sure can handle the round-a-bout like a pro."
"Mi drove it nuff times mon" the driver said.
There it is, the Boat Bar mon.
Cool,
I dropped 300 J in his hand , said "respect" and exited the taxi.
There, standing at the pool table, about to break was my nemesis.
They call him Ras.
Many a fool, has tried to take on Ras in a pool challenge on the Island.
There was a crowd around Ras.
"i'll pulverize the guy.", I'll make mince meat out of him"
"He takes on the best? Then he must go down like the rest," Ras said."
And with that Ras broke the racked balls like dynamite going off.
"This is the man i must play"i said to myself.
Hmmmm,
We all must face our destiny sooner of later.
So, up to the bar strolled Mr. Spoon.
"Hey he's here! " someone shouted.
Ras, cool as a cucumber, slowly turned his head to peer upon his next victim.
With a custom made cue, Mahogony inlaid with ivory, you'd know that stick anywhere.