Will Barber - Wising up Sophia

When the game was nearly over,
Sophia threw in the hand;
The old man laughed, incontinently:
Such a dirty, dirty man.

'Such is the lot of gamblers, '
I heard the old man crow,
'If you didn't know it Sophia,
You know it now.'

So, off she had to wander,
Minus her pearls and fan.
She couldn't help but think,
'My god, what an awful man.'


1985

Will Barber

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