At the Casino

The dice become unfriendly as I watch my slimming pile. The seven’s coming up again, but doesn’t make me smile. I’ve put most of my income on the ‘Don’t Pass’ line, you see But the shooter was a devil and his points were killing me. - He makes his numbers often, and I’m in such a fright The guy’s so hot that I believe he’ll hold those dice all night But I am not a pussycat, I know he’s gotta lose, And so, I am persisting, and the ‘Don’t Pass’ line I choose. - I’m following the Martingale, a system meant to win You just keep doubling bet-wise, even if your pile is thin. Well, my stake is going fast, but I stick to the system I bet the last chips in my pile, and for good luck, I kissed ‘em. - So punters all, take note of this, and you will be a winner Never, never double bets, it makes your pile much thinner.