Chicago

Not an occasion for the Queasy or fainthearted But the start of a journey Into waters uncharted Not an element of skill Just a game of luck and chance To throw five dice on the table Watch them skitter and dance And each display their value Only the number one counted And as the game progressed My fear and dread mounted Seventh one ordered Fourteenth one paid Twenty first one drank That’s how the game was played No limits to the concoctions Just order what you think And pray down in your heart You weren’t the one to drink. Just a game of luck and chance Not the slightest bit of skill Many a poor loser has retired Confused, bemused and ill. Called Chicago in the village In the mess called Snake Eye Many player has longed Just to crawl away and die.