The Hustler Poem by james d nall,jr

Spend a lot of time in little pool halls
Making a few bucks sinkin' little balls
You walked past me as I was gettin' ready to shoot
Looking me over from my head to my boots
Swore a smile crossed your pretty face
Figured I kinda had to pick up the pace
Finished that game with a few choice shots
'Cause lord knows, you were givin' me the hots
Strutted up and asked you what you want to drink
Trying so hard, to see what you think
Taking me in with another long gaze
Looking down at your breasts, put me in a daze
Noticing that stupid look on my face
I really believed you're gonna put me in my place
Instead, you stood up and cupped them both
Out of my mouth, I swore an oath
Staring straight in my eyes, she said 'OK dear,
Are you interested in me, Or these two here? '
I had to come up with an answer, and quick you, see
So, with my best smile I replied, ' why.darlin', All Three! '
That started a smile and then a round of applause
Her and her friends were admiring the size of my balls,
'How could it be, such an answer from a pool hustler? '
'Sweetheart', Said I, ' that'd be like calling a cowboy a rustler'
Still amused with my country charm and wit
Before she answered, she had to think a bit
'Sir, Truthful, only partly are You, for a start',
'For you have hustled my emotions and rustled my Heart'