I saw a great tent.
In I went
And found therein
Every man’s particular sin.

There I met
A girl called regret
Who did smile
And for a while
Invited men to forget
All pain.
Returning again and again
They Forged their own chain.

I shook my head
As the gambler said
“This time I shall win”,
For I saw the bookie grin

Drinkers from far and near
Revelled in wine and beer.
They drank and drank
As the sun rose and sank.
“Cheers.
More beers
Here, barmaid for we are soon dead”.
Someone said.
As he spoke
That tent disappeared in sulphur and smoke.