Want To Breakfast At Casino Honey
I could not stop playing four casino Quartermania machines in Vegas.
Totally exasperated with me was my sixteen-year-old daughter, Mavis.
At two a.m. I was dancing between them singing a song I made up.
When others approached, I gave a stink eye and shook my coin cup.
Mom, I am leaving! She finally said at a quarter until three.
That was fine, okay, I threw her my car keys. Quite all right by me.
I was up in the win zone; I had made a hundred dollars or more.
I was down to one quarter by ten minutes to four.
I looked at that danged quarter, debating about what to do.
I had not had wheels to return home since about three twenty-two.
Decided on the phone call, but I was reluctant. I called husband Cleo.
I used a most charming voice, "Honey, want to have breakfast at Rio?”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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