It Was All In the Cards
By a wily old pro taken to school
Cocksure rookie, premature, lost his cool
His face just couldn't contain
The money he thought he'd gain
His eyes teared, and his mouth began to drool
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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