Sports Poem

Five straight hours in a battle of minds,
only two are left
that are waiting to shine.

The dealing is done,
and now it’s time for bet number one.
As both experts stare a blank one makes his move,
and the other calls, feeling smooth.

As 1st, 2nd, and 3rd street flop,
a red ace and two black jacks flip up.
Anther round of betting is yet to come.

“One chip, two chips, three chips, four.”
The player that calls feels really sore.

Fourth street then turns a 10 of clovers
while both are still in a stare.
Each hoping the other will flare.

By gambling once again,
one tries to get under the other skin.
Regrettably the competitor calls without any delay.

Now as both minds jump into the river,
(King of Spades)
the bluffer sees his enemy’s shiver.

“ALL-IN!”

The opponent then folds having no clue,
and the winner ecstatically mucks a 7 and a 2.
Tough Luck by Eric Vargas @FamilyFriendPoems

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