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POKER HONTAS

POKER HONTAS

I'm hopeless at poker and each time I play,
I end up by losing another week's pay.
But this time it's different, my bad luck just fades,
I look at my hand and I see I've five spades!

I win that hand easily, get myself steady,
My luck must be in, so for winning I'M READY.
Next hand is a beauty, four aces, one queen
But the game has been rigged, like a Hollywood scene.

The cards were all dealt from the foot of the pack,
The dealer stays in, showing pair of red jacks.
I reach for the pot, but to my great surprise,
The dealer has FIVE jacks - I yell "Damn your eyes!"

He pulls out a pistol, says "Listen here, boy,
You've just been unlucky, this gun ain't no toy.
Better not cause a fuss, don't upset the company."
I swung at his nose and then they all jumped on me.

Thrown out of the card game, lying dazed in the street,
Swearing awful revenge on that gun-toting cheat
But I'm back the next week for some more of the same,
Lost the lot to five aces; but, hey, what a game!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: GBR

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Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

13 years 11 months ago

POKER HONTAS

Glad you enjoyed it, Lonnie, my pleasure is your laughter.
Thanks for the kind words
Ian

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

13 years 11 months ago

POKER HONTAS

Anna, your input means a lot to me, I am so glad you enjoyed the write. I probably see the character as a dim-witted ,soft-hearted labrador.

love

Ian

S

scribbler

13 years 11 months ago

hello

That's what you get for not using Your fifth ace lol. A very entertaining and smooth poem..........scribbler

M

magics02

13 years 11 months ago

I really enjoyed

I played this poker game out in my visionary this morning as I was reading your poem Tam and this is really a nice poetic write. . A couple of lines could be shortened up in syllable count, but overall I had fun reading this and most of all the story gave me a great vision. You go beat that game today:)

PS I love to play poker too!

Blessings
Mona

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

13 years 11 months ago

poker

Thanks, Mona, glad you liked it. The syllable thing is probably a dialect interpretation, your Southern drawl and myflattened vowels. Thanks for taking the time to write, take care
love

Ian xx

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

13 years 11 months ago

dogged determination

Dogs shouldn't play poker, because,
They can't hold their cards in their paws;
Even smart, cocky terriers
Would fall on their derriers
If they tried to play hands in their jaws.

Love
Ian xx

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

13 years 11 months ago

Captain Smith

Was Rolfe captain Smith ?
Did he give her fever?
Did her daddy try to kill him?
Is her grave at the end of Gravesend?

Regards
Ian

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

13 years 11 months ago

Ice Cream

And I suppose that Wallsend isn't the end of a wall but the ruin of an ice-cream factory

Ian