Monte Carlo

In silhouette
the face is framed;
a cold vignette
portrays his shame.

A gaze unmet
reveals the blame,
for sweet Jeannette
has doused the flame.

The fair coquette,
his wealth her aim,
has left upset
in search of fame.

A spun roulette,
his loot, a dame—
our young cadet
has lost the game.


Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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