Blackjack Dealer Named Whitney
There’s a wanna-be boxer named Whitney,
Who deals blackjack in Atlantic City.
I said with a straight face,
“That you’ll never win, ace.”
And then foolishly told him to hit me.
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2014
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