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He sees it gleaming on the side of the road
Looks at it closely…pleased it isn’t a toad
Ever so blissful is that strapping young buck
He can’t resist so picks up the puck

The lad brings the puck on his very first date
Places it on the dash…picks her up at eight
She looks at him playfully, lust fills her eyes
Ten minutes later, oh, the passionate cries!

He gets a call from a probate attorney 
Puck at his side, hears about old Aunt Bernie
Last time she visited she left so irate
Yet he’s sole heir to her lavish estate!

He goes to make a ‘deal’ on Monte Hall’s show
Clutches the puck…dressed as an emo scarecrow
Instead of door one that hides twelve pregnant hens…
He picks door two and drives away in a Benz

He thought he’d dabble in the market…why not? 
He tosses up the puck…it lands on a spot
Buys a ton against advice from his adviser 
The next week the corp. gets bought out by Pfizer! 

The young gun opts to head off to Sin City
Smiling, he sings a joyful little ditty
He jets to the bank and cleans out his accounts
He even hawks the Benz since he has no doubts

He wanders over to the elaborate wheel
He kisses the puck…was this ever surreal!
He boldly pushes in the hefty chip stack
Recklessly placing his whole fortune…on black

You probably want to know how things turned out  
Did he hit big…is he off to lounge about?
While I won’t exactly divulge the young lad’s fate… 
Let’s say the puck now rests…on the bed of the lake!

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