Robert Pettit Poet Light Verse

Crap Game of Love

You were a hot shooter for a while.
Your point making earned me a pile.
However, you just sevened-out.
To me, there is no doubt.
With a new partner, I am coming out.
I have no more love for you.
Your love for me was untrue.
You did things that were not nice.
Now it’s time to pass the dice.
All your bets are gone from the table.
Another shooter is ready, willing, and able.

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Russell Sivey February 11, 2012 at 6:06 PM Yes, I know the game of craps well. And I once was that guy with the dice, flying by and cruising with so many wins, then I crapped out and man were they mad cause I was winning them a lot of money! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted! Great poem, Magnificent Work!!