Saturday, September 16, 2006

The Poker Player

The poker player from whatever creed
Is undoubtedly one hell of a breed
Like a piranha he will scour the seas
So just beware it's not you that he sees
For it's been said, that his favorite dish
Is not a whale but sweet little fish

He will swim from table to table
And take your cash whenever able
From Las Vegas to Havana
You can't escape from this piranha
So accept it and be true to heart
That you and your cash will have to part

But you and your pride will not let it rest
For you still want to play and to beat the best
You put on dark glasses and the poker frown
As you take a seat and lay your money down
You lose your cash but you're not sorry
For now you are part of a poker story

By Peter Costa

1 comment:

The Gamin said...

You and others!