Poker Chip Poems - Poems about Poker Chip

...She’s a switchblade, blackjack, Knuckle-duster dame. Got the proper block and tackle, Lash your rigging to the frame. She put the drill press to your taproot And the grindstone to your saber. G......

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...There was a dead little cat Splayed in the middle lane of Washington Street While I passed And there was a man clumped to the curb Pinching his chubby chin Between his thumb and index finger ......

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...One gram, yes one gram, that’s all it took, The mass of a one dollar bill. It’s enough to make you healthy, too, When you swallow a little green pill. One gram, just a small little mass, Less ......

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...Pierced like a hot poker chip plunging hard to the bone. The angry wasp escapes and I’m left with his lance in my stubby forefinger. Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey First Place Winner ......

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