Fruit Salad
I see cherries, oranges, and plums on this machine.
Getting a row of any of them would make a scene.
This is just a contraption with buttons and a screen.
All throughout today, this machine has been very mean.
Outside, the summertime has been warm, sunny, and clear.
Inside this smoky casino, I must persevere.
Like a fool, I’m pumping money into this thing here.
I will take anything that will come four in a row.
If and when the big prize will come, I will never know.
I’m aware consecutive bars are asking a lot.
Getting four in a row, and I have earned a jackpot.
Please be sweet enough to let it all happen to me.
Bells will ring, lights will flash, and I will be quite happy.
Let it not be just a pipe dream, but reality.
Only a lot of “fruit salad” has been all I see.
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