We play cards once a week
Cribbage is our game
Fifteen two fifteen four
up and down again

I started playin’ long ways back
the barbershop back room
George would fold the desk top down
and put away his broom

Time went by my brothers learnt
how to count with pegs
Our parents Harv and JoAnn played
set ‘em up we’d beg

Mae and Milt my mother’s folks
were steady gamers too
Course Lizzy and the friends we taught
made up our Cribbage Crew

I taught Claudie how to play
soon after we both met
Forty years have pegged away
we’re still dealin’ yet

Even though I must admit
I win more than her
Luck is fickle players know
of that you can be sure

So as we cut for deal last week
when Thanksgiving had been done
Another weekend game at hand
meant more peggin’ fun

We surged around the streets with ease
a close one for most part
I got to Fourth ahead ‘a her
a tight one from the start

To the lucky go the spoils. — Courtesy Steve Ewing

She dealt the hand I cut the deck
my heart stopped in my chest
Three fives and Jack were lookin’ back
that right five popped up next

But there it was plain as day
I counted twenty nine
My world had shifted just a bit
am I really still alive

She took a photo of the cards
with my giddy grin
I called my brother Colin up
to flaunt my record win

I wanted to tell all the rest
but most of them are gone
so I’m tellin’ you the best
since Cribbage came along