CRIBBAGE

Fifteen-two,

Fifteen-four.

You captured my heart

When you walked through that door.

Fifteen-six,

Fifteen-eight.

I knew it wouldn’t be long

Before I asked you for a date.

Two runs of five,

And pair makes twenty.

From that moment on

Good times, we’d have plenty!

But your hand was then played,

And your cards hit the table.

The results of which

Made our relationship unstable.

You had three of a kind,

And that tallied you six.

I knew right there,

I was out of the mix!

A couple of rogue cards

That netted no score.

I realized right then

That “we” were no more.

I wanted one more chance,

But I refused to beg.

And I left you that day,

Goodbye, PEG!