At Bunco one night the game did excite a lady;
For at last, she thought, she would nab the first prize-well, maybe.
Thus, she cheerfully insisted, over the din at her table, that she had rolled three 3's.
But, the girls at her table said she was not able,
For the 4's succeeded the 3 while she had left to wee, wee.
"Oh, I hate this damn game", the lady exclaimed,
"to win I'm just not able."
"But my dear", the girls did explain, "It's not the damn game -
For at last, she thought, she would nab the first prize-well, maybe.
Thus, she cheerfully insisted, over the din at her table, that she had rolled three 3's.
But, the girls at her table said she was not able,
For the 4's succeeded the 3 while she had left to wee, wee.
"Oh, I hate this damn game", the lady exclaimed,
"to win I'm just not able."
"But my dear", the girls did explain, "It's not the damn game -
it could be Bingo, Pinochle, or Gin.
Since the true reason we're here is to talk, not to win"
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