The gambler now needed more chips,
For he was on a losing streak,
On one of those casino ships,
Where he’d booked passage for a week.
From the start, a run of bad luck,
Had seen him lose every hand.
Soon, with no money, he’d be stuck,
Until again they sighted land.
Nothing, he thought, could be much worse
Than broke and bored way out to sea.
Then he spotted the lady’s silk purse,
Sliding to the floor from her knee.
She had been the winner, till now -
Next to him, her chips were piled high.
More luck than Dame Chance should allow,
He thought to himself with a sigh.
Right there on the floor her purse lay,
Unnoticed, and all his to take.
He’d seen the wad she’d stashed away,
And this could be his lucky break.
He let his last chips fall to the floor,
And then, to retrieve them, reached down.
In his sock he quick stuffed his haul -
Along with the hem of her gown.
He rose to walk away, quite smug,
Taking two steps from the table,
When the purse fell out with a tug.
To explain, he was unable.
He shrugged and felt his cheeks redden,
Knowing this had been a bad day.
To the hoosegow he was heading,
But let the chips fall where they may.
By RickMack (firstname.lastname@example.org)