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After all these years, you still have not learned.
If you play too long, you are going to get burned.
It is embarrassing, and certainly not nice,
when you blow your whole bankroll while shooting dice.
If you go to blackjack, baccarat, or roulette,
the experiences you encounter may be ones you’ll regret.
From gullible individuals, the house takes it all.
The casino usually rakes in a windfall.
You think you may have better luck playing a machine?
Those larcenous contraptions can be even more mean.
If you cannot afford to lose, then don’t play.
From all those clip joints, you should just stay away.
Welcome to the year 4712, the year of the horse.
This is the most important time for Atlantic City hotels, of course.
It is tradition for good luck to eat noodles on the first day.
Make sure we have plenty of them in inventory today.
Have those fireworks to frighten the evil spirits away.
Have loads of red envelopes with money at the noodle bar.
Our honored guests will have traveled very far.
Get the tables ready for baccarat, pai gow, and sic bo.
Our patrons will be wagering loads of money in the casino
Whether they come from Hong Kong, Beijing, or Taipei,
cater to all their wishes during their stay.
Bubble gum? Nay, methinks a box of dark chocolates, 'tis best,
A daisy? Nay, methinks a bouquet of velvet red roses, 'tis best,
Pants outfit? Nay, methinks a full-length strapless white silk dress, 'tis best,
Brown coat? Nay, methinks a Chinchilla fur coat, 'tis best,
Taxi? Nay, methinks a chauffeured limousine, 'tis best,
Queens? Nay, methinks an Ace, 'tis best,
Twelve? Nay, methinks a seven, 'tis best,
Craps Table? Nay, methinks a Baccarat Table, 'tis best,
Restaurant? Nay, methinks a Fine Dining Cuisine, 'tis best,
Fish? Nay, methinks a lobster, 'tis best,
White wine? Nay, methinks a Magnum of Champagne, 'tis best,
After dinner mints? Nay, methinks a bit more, 'tis best,
I still have some gum?
{KISS}
05/27/2019
I won a chess game in the heat, they say that
chess players are nerds, like Robert the rat,
he comes into my garden, can't escape my black cat,
persistence pays off or rather down like a brown splat.
I won a bridge game in the heat, they say that
not everyone is suited, like England going into bat,
the wicket-keeper waddled out of his crease, too fat,
I would have stayed, no devils on my shoulders sat.
I won a tennis match, I had my wrong way round hat,
played the ladies mixed - all they do is pit - a - pat,
I won a bowls match, went and slipped on the mat,
alll these games, I think I'll just stick to baccarat.
They can't beat me, I'm too hot, ever since I came,
only one choice left - I think I'll play the blame game.
The Perfume Bottle Poetry Contest Entry
The Perfume Bottle
Lalique. Baccarat. Dior.
Crystal. Glass. Or something more.
Objets d'art in any tongue,
Be they old or be they young.
The bottle is not all, not so,
What it holds sets hearts aglow,
And rouses passion in one’s breast
Does it matter how scent is dressed?
To be sure it does my friend,
Without the bottle how would it end?
Drained upon the parlor floor,
Never to enhance amour.
What a waste that would be,
I think on this we can agree,
With the bottle there is no alarm,
Plus, it lends its own true charm.
Luxurious design in practicality,
That’s the perfume bottle to me.
So celebrate perfume’s sweet scent,
But it’s only the bottle’s… content.
A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
not a dog or a cat
something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted
In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.
Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!
A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.
My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.
I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.
for Darkness' Grab A Partner collaboration contest, written with a good Soup friend
A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
Not a dog or a cat -
Something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted
In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.
Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!
A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.
My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.
I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.
For the "Grab a Partner" Contest. To see
who I collaborated with, read my comment
under the poem.
I had financially fallen on very difficult times,
and had to sell many of my valued treasures,
including twenty rolls of uncirculated dimes.
To get the best bids, I'd taken great measures.
Most valuable was a glass sculpture of Earth,
but only be sold without taking it apart.
There had never been an estimate of its worth
and letting it go at auction was breaking my heart.
I had it very clearly stated in the contract deal
that once the gavel struck, it belonged to the buyer.
The status of my insurer signed it with his seal,
and that information was revealed in an auction flyer.
The bidding began and only one paddle was raised.
Four thousand dollars was insulting for this artwork,
although the Baccarat sculpture was not appraised.
I looked pleadingly at the patient auctioneer, Kirk.
What a calamity if I didn't receive a larger price.
My hopes suddenly began to plummet to a new low
I had no belongings left to sell, nothing to sacrifice.
I didn't know where to turn after this financial blow.
Then, a phone bid came in at ten thousand pounds
"Going once, twice.... SOLD! " Kirk had done his job.
But the buyer backed out. I asked, "On what grounds?"
They sent me to an office where I met a guy named Bob.
He said the bidder hadn't read all the terms of shipping
and that he was afraid the fragile sculpture would shatter.
Legally, the sale was binding. The buyer must be tripping
if he thought I'd let him out of the purchase, it didn't matter.
A deal was a deal, and he was now the brand-new owner
of A Baccarat global sculpture that weighed nearly a ton.
He didn't read the fine print, and now he was a groaner.
Finding a way to move that gigantic piece that he'd won.
Later that day, I received a cashier's check for the money.
The eccentric buyer wanted it for his wife, and to be gifted
to her on her next birthday. Turned out, he thought it funny
and would install it in their greenhouse if they got it lifted.
Nestled in Pennsylvania mountains is where the crowd goes.
It is one of several hotels located in the Poconos.
They have comfortable rooms and a very grand casino.
There are slot machines and table games many people know.
With so many ways you can make a bet,
they have poker, baccarat, craps, blackjack, and roulette.
However, this is a move many suckers will regret.
Who do you think pays for this grand facility?
Don’t you know this house thrives on losers’ money?
They take advantage of any fool’s gullibility.
This is just another money trap that is closer to home.
Give it a second thought before you decide to roam.
I’m drinking a martini
communing with my phone.
I’m in a bad mood
and clearly, I want to be alone.
Peter (my bf) and I came to this fine restaurant on purpose
- when I’m surly, I seek luxury
The deep warm hues of mahogany,
the chandelier facets of Baccarat glassware,
- that turn a martini into a galaxy of glitter -
the whispered, opulent luster of Christofle silver,
and the high-reflective white of 100% Irish linen
sooth me - we’re here about every 28 days.
The cocktail and the atmosphere are starting to work.
Martinis are high gravity and I’m starting to feel the spin.
You can't drown demons with alcohol, they can swim,
but you CAN seek a little anosognosia.
A stock, 30-ish man, thick wavy hair, open collar
and a suit stuffed with overconfidence
is suddenly at my table, lavishing me with
questionable, over-reaching compliments.
Do I appear wanting of some calculated,
and algorithmic pickup line?
Am I just available for anybody?
I respect the hustle,
but my patience is at absolute zero
I can’t just give him an eye roll
I have to say something.
I want to say, “stop [you know] bothering me.”
but I pour on the impulse control.
“I have a boyfriend,” I say,
it’s the simplest sentence I can spare
and after a moment, it works and he leaves.
Seconds later Peter returns
he’d stepped outside for a phone call.
“How YOU DOin’?” he asked in a fake accent.
I shrug, he knows my climate.
I don’t have to pretend anything with Peter.
“Where are we on the menu?” He tacks.
I answer in the non-sequitur,
“I miss Yale’s creole fish sandwiches.
- I was mad about them.”
Peter updoged, “Apple spice ring cakes.”
(a seasonal Yale dining hall favorite)
and we say ‘mmmmm’ in unison.
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Songs for this:
A Change Will Do You Good by Sheryl Crow
WAP (Lounge Version) by Richard Cheese [E] [E] [E]
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About the song WAP (above) - If you listen to RAP music,
you know the lyrics are explicit (direct and funny) trash.
WAP takes typical rap lyrics and puts them in lounge singer
format - where they stand out hilariously.