Author Frederick Adam Wright My girl and I at poker played:Twelve times she got me down, the jade!Bankrupt at last I cried: ‘To-morrowWe'll play again, and then I'll borrowSome new supplies: to-night, my dear,You've drained my purse quite dry, I fear.’ Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments