SLIPPERY BILL

SLIPPERY BILL

A stranger came to town one day
Said William was his name.
He asked of all the folks around
Where to find a friendly game.

Well, he didn’t have to wait too long
Before hearing someone say
In the shed behind Sutter’s barn
Was where sometimes they’d play.

Very soon he was a regular face
After the night he first sat in.
The other fellows thought it strange
How he always seemed to win.

Now and then, he would lose a hand
A straight, couldn’t seem to fill
Then win the next four in a row
Gaining the nickname, “Slippery Bill”.

The last time I remember seeing him
He spoke and waved a greeting.
It was that same night, they tell me
The others caught him cheating.

I don’t know where he went for sure,
But fishing is of what I’m really fond,
And there are some real big Catfish
Hiding out in Sutter’s pond.

Lately I’ve had cause for thought.
I’m not spinning any yarn.
This note was tacked upon my door.
“Don’t dig for worms by Sutter’s barn”.

©11/14/03
Monty