GREAT is The Four-flush. In the sporting world We find the smooth four-flusher everywhere, Broke, as a rule, yet making us believe He's sitting pretty, with a lordly air! He tells us just how we should bet and play, And he, perhaps, last dined on yesterday! He struts like any emperor—he talks In tens of thousands—big stuff all the time— He hypnotizes all his listeners—and It's three to one he hasn't got a dime. Let him keep popping—do not razz or call— For Life is just a four-flush, after all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL by CHARLES HENRY WEBB CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |