Craps Poems - Poems about Craps

No two skies are ever exactly the same -- certainly not yours and mine – yet we inclement, and clear, at times in a quite agreeable way. No two rises and sets are ever less thrilling, for the sun cycles in an infinite universe, never in the same solar place twice -- man riding the claims of...

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The dice become unfriendly as I watch my slimming pile. The seven’s coming up again, but doesn’t make me smile. I’ve put most of my income on the ‘Don’t Pass’ line, you see But the shooter was a devil and his points were killing me. - He makes his numbers often, and I’m in such a fright The guy’s so hot...

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I now have a point. I’m taking my odds. I’m making place bets. Cover the table. I’m looking to win. Rolling the bones to get my point. Go lady luck! Be nice to me. What the heck? Seven out! There it goes. I lose. No bread. Broke. ...

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So we’re coming out? Here’s my bet on the pass line. I’m going to shoot? That’s just fine with me! Luck be a lady tonight! Let me come out right! I need a seven I could use an eleven Either one is good. Okay, here we go! Baby needs a pair of shoes! Seven-eleven! What do we have here? Three and a four makes seven Oh, Hallelujah! Baby, let it...

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Vegas Craps Showgirls dance at noon; Over Sin City hangs the moon, On the strip I cruise. One-armed bandits shine; Wayne Newton lights up the night, Flying Elvis' dine Tigers start to leap; Sun shines as tired gamblers sleep, Buffet patrons eat. Call girls dream of fun; Neon fuels the Vegas sun, Hustler's on the run. Black Jack Baby hides, Bugsy Siegel's paradise, Cheaters pay the...

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