Madam and the Number Runner

Number runner

Come to my door.

I had swore

I wouldn't play no more

He said, Madam,

Looks like a likely

hit for you.

I said, Last night

I dreamed 7-0-3.

He said, That might

Be a hit for me.

He played a dime,

I played, too,

Then we boxed 'em.

Wouldn't you?

But the number that day

was 3-2-6

And we both was in

The

same

old fix.

I said, I swear I

Ain't gonna play no more

Till I get over

To the other shore --

Then I can play

On them golden streets

Where the number not only

Comes out - but repeats!

The runner said, Madam,

That's all very well --

But suppose

You goes to hell?