Twenty-One All the Time
One of my many foibles is greed.
I have placed myself in a bad situation indeed.
If I only hadn't sat at this blackjack table today.
My depleted bankroll won't permit me to stay.
I am flummoxed by the way the dealer pulls twenty-one.
That's it. I am over and done.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment