A poem about Poker
|The Poker’s Ace
I sat down in the chair,
Across from my good friend bhear,
Looking at him I took out the poker cards,
Lying out the pile of draws and discards
I told him,
“Hold your cards and take a skim”,
He told me you go first,
I said ok, but you’ll be cursed,
I drew from the pile and got an Ace!
Then I looked him in the eye and said in your face!
Then I lit a pipe
And he left with an angry type!
Preston Darwood 😜