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.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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