Titanium chips,
pink parched lips,
dark glasses to cover each eye.
A cool glass of beer,
no sweat from your fear,
and you won't win a hand if you don't try.
A one-eyed jack
on top of your stack,
you think he may had fallen from grace.
This may be it,
just one more hit.
Make promises to God if He gives you an ace.
So you get your ace,
you even get a king.
You swear you won't ask Him for another thing.
Then you ask the bartender for a beer,
and the dealer for a hit.
Then you hit up God...How soon they forget!
A contest entry
- The Nuts Poker Quickie by Nymphetemine.
750 points, ended January 3, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Nicely done... the poker gods are used to the fickleness of players, however
Best of luck.
Ken
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lol, this is so true. they always forget about god once they've gotten too much. well done!
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Its funny how we try to bargain with God to let us win. I loved this poem and how it flowed. Good luck in the contest.
Yorkshire Bard. Blessings
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