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THE BAR

New sport arrives--with bright red nose.
Quoth he (while ordering drafts of beer)
"Spoof for the round I beg all those
That hold their blessed manhoods dear."

A mumbling, fumbling, shuffling while
Precedes the ritual game.
A ring of fists conceals the guile
From which Spoof got its name.

Roguish grins on wine-red faces
Beam their joy at the loser's lot
The bar-girl nimbly bends and reaches
Replenishing each spoofer's pot.

As if to compensate the loser
Each turns on the one to winů
Was that a smile--or wind? "No gloating!"
(To gloat, forsooth, in spoof, is sin).

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