A BILLIARD LESSON.
Twas pleasant on the winter nighta To see beneath the shaded lights, Her golden head bent low ; To watch her snowy lingers make A tiny " bridge "—and count each " break," Of such a gentle foe. And though she said it was a sin To beat her —I could always win, To bear such pretty blame ; And still while winning strokes I made, It seemed to me as if I played A very losing game. There's kudos in the rattling strokes You make amid a fire of jokes From chaffing fellow-men ; And yet when beauty turns away, And pouts at jour more skilful play, You've other feelings then. No " hazard " that my cunning cue, With all my greatest care could do, Or lucky "fluke" might get, Could ever equal that I ran In playing— miserable man !—! — With such a flirting pet. And though I lost such heaps of gloves In betting with her— when one loves Such losing bets are blest. And since she teased me night and day, I only get at billiaid-play. The chances of a "rest." The " cannon "' on the table green Will to a Canon come. I ween, Who'll tie me to a wife ; And she, with backers not a few, Will quietly put on the " screw," Aud " pocket " me for life !
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Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 159, 23 February 1871, Page 7
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218A BILLIARD LESSON. Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 159, 23 February 1871, Page 7
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