Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

Back To Atlantic City

Between Philly and New York on the sea
is a town on the coast of New Jersey.
This place is known as Atlantic City.
This is a nice source for some summer fun.
There are cool and crisp ocean waves and sun.
Here is a boardwalk and a sandy beach.
To some big cities, it’s all within reach.
It’s been said, the best things in life are free.
These are the things most visitors don’t see.

They would rather be in a casino.
Playing silly games, they see their cash go.
Gamblers find slot machines, cards, wheels, and dice.
At first, it all looks like fun and quite nice.
However, their luck becomes cold as ice.
When they are flat broke, they are out the door.
In short time, they will all be back for more.

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James Tate January 30, 2011 at 2:54 PM Good poem, Robert. Good advice you alude to--stay away from casinos. You remind me of the time I worked at Bell Labs in NJ. This old Okie landlubber enjoyed playing on the beaches and in the ocean.

Carolyn Devonshire January 29, 2011 at 3:55 PM This is SO true as well as humorous, Robert. My uncle goes to Atlantic City several times a week to spend his pension. He says the casinos treat him like a VIP. No wonder -- they have all his money! Having casinos was supposed to lift Atlantic City out of poverty. Some jobs were created, but many parts remain a ghetto. You described the beach very well. Too bad people don't go there to sunbathe anymore. Love, Carolyn