Trouble Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

At Richie's Bar I took a look, across the
road, across the brook
A little bar, quite in seclude, nice place
to drink, nice place for food
I played some pool, and looked to see,
if any girl did look at me
I won a few, and lost some more
Then I left, went out the door
An hour or two, I went back in; another
game, a chance to win
The girls again I took a look, but every
girl I saw was took
Yet there were some who looked at me,
and raised their skirt for me to see
I chose wrong, took from the place, I
tried to kiss, got slapped in face
To the bar I took her back, and said
byby I'll hit the sack
'Please don't go, I'm sorry now, I'll
make it up, someway, somehow'
I buy her drink, she said that's nice,
another drink I buy her twice
Drunk she got, then thru the door, her
husband came, POW, I'm on the floor
After while I'm on my feet, back 'cross
the brook, to other street
To my room I lay me down, for me I
think get out of town
In morning go, I go for sure
To little bar I go no more