All grown up and nowhere to go

a poker-themed poem

Posted on: January 22, 2009

A Poker-Themed Poem

It was the first hand of the night
And my hands were shaky with sweat
Cold, cold sweat
Because it was my first hand of the night,
And ever.

He eyed me from across the table,
Dealt a neat pair of cards.
I knew he dealt himself kings
For me, queens.

Flop. Two kings and a ten of hearts.
He threw his chips like a tantrum,
And I called, I called. I called with all my heart.

Turn was a jack. Chance for a straight,
Even if he had three kings.
Oh, but he had four, he had four!
He made his bet and I called.
I called with all my heart.

River was an ace. He made his bet,
with glee. I raised, I raised with all my heart –
All heart, all in. He matched, pounced,
Oh that greed that burns in his eyes.

But I had my straight with all my hearts –
My ten of hearts
Jack of hearts
Queen of hearts
King of hearts
Ace of hearts.

Oh!

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