Ya’ll playing like ship-heads he drawled
frowning visibly when we immoderately
sprawled giggling at his bon mot - what
the ha’yell ya think I said he complains;
we ain’t at sea far as I can tell, n’ I ain’t
no sailor, but the dang game’s different
t’ th’ way y’ gang spray shots around th’
pin-ball like its glued to t’morrow
We’d bought adrift of his surmise when
laughter ceased, and though surprised
explained with glee the lore ‘borrowed’
in playing a jack or kitty; oh hoo wee is
his reply, so it ain’t ‘skittles’ a’tall then -
so why not whack ‘em anyway…
© 20 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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