Card Night

She was three fifths Pernod
And two fifths ice
Deceptively smart
And cute along with it
Adventuress, in boots

She ticked most of my boxes
Not too many crosses in view
Young and tanned and hippyish
She was free love, tied to
An endless ball of wool

I lamely went in
With dumb honesty
At my glorifying, mocking worst
As I have been known to do
It doesn’t always work out
As I have the scars to prove

So she snubbed me off
Just as she should
Returned to the table
Dealt herself back in
The game was better for it
Her wit, her tits & her banter

Two hands in, she calls
They were all bluffing
She picked up her chips
Won again, over and over
Her banter, her tits & her wit