Poetry Dice Entry: Lemonade from an Abacus

This little ditty will be short and sweet.
For my first die creation couldn't find its feet.

I developed a story and started out strong.
But including the abacus made it too long.

There was a scandal and humor and nutty prose.
A shifty-eyed detective with a runny nose.

He was chasing a card that belonged to a dame,
who'd been struck by Cupid's arrow and abandoned her fame.

She was dating her Beau, when on a thunderous night,
beside a lucky fountain came a shocking fright.

The lightning flashed and revealed a face.
Ole Shifty had found her, by her credit's trace.

He shone his light in the handsome man's eyes.
And then pushed him in. A chilly surprise.

The damsel screamed! This wasn't her wish!
To have her Beau splash and dance with the fish.

"You cruel man, I just want you to die."
And so fluttered this tale up into the sky.

Abrupt is the ending, but please don't fuss.
Those die dealt me, harshly, an abacus.

This dice really gave me a knot! I went through various versions and 4 or 5 stop-and-gos, and even gave up until @mitchelljaworski gave me the pep talk I needed!!

It's still not the masterpiece theatre story that first developed in my brain, but "It'll do! The die delt me a lemon, and I made lemonade!"

Special thanks to @robyneggs that hosts this competition!!!
And thank you for the 2nd place Prize Purse last week!

Be sure and checkout this and her future Poetry competitions HERE.

Good luck to everyone!! Keep exploring that inner poet and challenging yourself to be that whale of a writer inside!
Peace!!

All images other than the dice are taken from pixabay (open commons).