I hate when it happens.
My thoughts appear so muddled
I try and write things out
But becoming more befuddled
I need some brand new cards
At my empty table
Would someone please shuffle
Anyone who’s able
A lady and a porter
Stepped into the saloon
She took the table near by
This hot and dusty June
The right one came along
Don’t go on without me
Let me touch your golden hair
While I plead upon my knees
Can’t waste a moment now
Expressed my keen interest
Paid for the ladies drink
This beautiful tourist
I need a brand new player
Come sit at my table
I’ll allow you the shuffle
You do look quite able
Porter thanked me for the drink
But said no to the game
No common vulgar man
Can even know her name
© 2012 Michael Yost 03/07
Michael's Lair 