Kill The King!

 

The day I nearly folded a Royal Flush
Was Guy Fawkes Night in Two Thousand And Six,
Even now at the thought of it I blush,
My crap hand very nearly came to nix.

I watched as three kings hit the Full Tilt flop.
And pressed the button indicating fold,
The ten of diamonds on the turn did drop,
And soon my garbage would transmute to gold.

’Twas only when the Queen D hit the river,
The action on this dead board would commence,
The quad man bet; my poor heart gave a quiver
As I unchecked the box, and feeling tense

I raised his four big kings to scoop the pot,
And quit the table happy with my lot.

March 23, 2011

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