We played rummy, and we played gin.
I was doing well for the shape I’m in.
We played in the car, we played in the house.
Over my foot ran a strange little mouse.
Why didn’t you get it? My husband asked me.
I was too busy, as you can plainly see.
I gambled my car and other things too.
Husband got silent as he lost his good shoe.
We were now playing poker, husband and me.
We are ahead, I announced expectantly.
I overbid. We lost our sweet house.
So now it’s their problem, that strange little mouse.
Categories:
overbid, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme