Onegin Stanza
by Amy Silver
Now cribbage is the only game
Of cards allowed in England's pubs
To gamblers all, they keep things tame.
And old men join in cribbage clubs
To play the game that sailors played
On ivory boards Alaskans made.
Still men who fish the Bering brine
Pass time at anchor pegging lines.
And any one of them can tell
How John the poet tried to free
His friend from prison, then did flee
And every one, they know as well
Of Old John's game and all the gold
He won with cards he'd marked and sold.