Reckless Bet
His eyes with salty tears wet
Over needless reckless bet
On some spacious rooms to let,
Whose owner Nick Dick had met
And was told “Time for it not set.”
Not the same as “Not for let”
Rather meaning “Not quite yet”.
Then, just like that, rooms got set,
Nick Dick to this not forget
Like one cannot a ruined pet;
Mongrels: The Injecting Vet…
Where might he now thousands get
To good make an entered bet?
Twenty thousand grand not yet…
Nick has walked into a net.
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