Seated at the table <br />With a bourbon by his side <br />The roughly shaven cowhand <br />Felt the other players lied <br /> <br />One man across was smiling <br />Raking chips in from the pot <br />Another scooped the cards away <br />And also smiled a lot <br /> <br />The cowhand sensed they’d cheated <br />Having played him for a mug <br />He wasn’t sure just how it worked <br />All three sat looking smug <br /> <br />Around them people gathered <br />One player laid a double <br />Our cowhand laid the same but three <br />The crowd knew that meant trouble <br /> <br />Three player’s smiles now faded <br />The cowhand stood and spoke <br />But his six-gun did the talking <br />Leaving three white wisps of smoke <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles & Rhymes<br /><br />David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-three-down/
