I won a tournament today
as everything went my way
A 50k ticket was my prize
I am telling you no lies
I didn’t play another one
since I was done with all the fun
but that will all change
as the Nordic Warrior’s game is in range
It’s Saturday, so it’s a 5:30 Start
Playing Omaha Hi Lo is close to my heart
Friends there are very kind and competitive
Even when my wins are repetitive
So, join a league and have some fun
you could write a poem and a pun
It could be about a pig and its squeal
It’s about time to shuffle up and deal
To find a word that rhymes with Younguru
I would have to travel to Honolulu
Playing poker we get to know 'em
as well as reading his first poem
His words do rhyme, and he plays those kings like aces
and he’s really, really good at reading poker faces
First hand of the day
You beauty pocket Ace Ace
Brought a smile to my face
In the big Blind stimulating my mind
Under the gun goes all in
Surely this one I’ll win
Everyone else folds
Their pockets said to put ambition on hold
Now this is an easy call
My opponent has his back to the wall
In go the chips
No sign of the yips
ace,two,two comes the flop
It’s then that the penny drops
Under the gun has 4 little ducks
And under my breath I say many F…s
The turn a three
Just red can I see
Awaiting the river
What will it deliver
All hope resting on one possible out
A miracle requred to arrest the rout
An ace of course
What’s this the poker gods showing remorse!