An Unwanted Guest
I met the old gent as his last nickle was spent
In a seven card game of stud poker
You could see he had skill by the straights he could fill
He never even needed the joker
He lost just the same and said he knew who to blame
He'd had an unwelcome guest since last Fall
Lady Luck had dwelt in his guest house as he dealt
But in Autumn Bad Luck had come to call
He said he ain't won since this Bad Luck had begun
And he tried all he knew to make him leave
Still he stayed in his house just quiet as a mouse
And then laughed at the chaos he could weave
Well, I left him there with the trials that he must bear
And moved on to card games in other towns
Now and then I heard that there had been no new word
'Bout the fate of that gambler's ups and downs
One day if you please in a town they call Notrees
I met him again in a game of draw
He cleaned us all out, left us all with no doubt
He had gotten rid of his only flaw
I said how'd you do it he said nothin' to it
I watched TV until Bad Luck got bored
So my unwelcome guest thought that it would be best
If he moved down the road in his old Ford
2/24/2017
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