"Baby, I've heard all the lines.
I pioneered this. I ain't no joke.
I get raw: how you like me now?
You're a customer, et cetera."
But then she started to choke. On her wine.
I said "Easy baby. Slow down. Not so fast."
I took the spyglass out of her hand.
She leapt out choking and poking her fat band
at the mast, spun to the prow, whirled, aft,
then snatched a fast tuft out and sighted land.
I eased the wineglass out of her hand,
And, spying in the glass I urged less fast,
Baby she said "Look at the tables."
Able was I and tabled I stared past
And saw half fast my future: I hit ten grand.
"No no no, you don't seem to understand
My man. Look at the tables:
You hit ten grand."