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A Shell Game
Three ball caps I washed today,
Drying on my dresser over there;
Like wise men or stooges I must say
For that’s the number they share.
What is it about the number three
That stooges and wise men might share?
But a shell game I’m beginning to see,
When only under one hat can I wear.
Now make a wager maybe I will
As in a hat my head moves around
And an easy mark I heard the shill,
But sure I am my head can be found.
Till pointing I have made my pick,
My head in a hat the size of a pea;
Now damn fooled again by the trick,
It seems a stooge I’ll always be.
