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 win…
Was that a smile--or wind? "No gloating!"
(To gloat, forsooth, in spoof, is sin).