The dealer was obese-
the table was oval-
the waitress wore little,
so I ordered another

Numb ass fumble fingers-
black jack and red queen-
rockets or cowboys
have yet to be seen.

I called for the flop-
raised on fourth street,
and prayed that the river
would deliver a treat.

Vegas was my trip-
defeat was my fate-
I laid my last chip
on one shot at a straight.

The waitress wore little
so I ordered another-
my cost just a nominal
one thousand dollars.

The waitress wore little
so I ordered another.

11/18/2004