Playing My Game
Sitting,lights down,the first hand dealt
how many can you put under your belt
some faces blank,others joke on
one by one,hopefully,`til they gone.
Your hand is strong,you put on a face
can any others suss out or trace?
or the long game and just sit back
or play with force,and win out the stack.
Heads up it is,just him and you
tactical hands may see you through
a flush you do have,this could be a choker
all in,he calls my game, shake hands, thats poker.
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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