Poker Poetry

I will make a wager
With this nice handsome stranger
Lord do help me in prayer
Lest my bet bears failure

I will call his bluff
His cards just ain't enough
His voice is much too rough
My full house's the real stuff

As the cards flip open
My body becomes frozen
My pride feels really swollen
As I realize I've fallen

A royal flush he shows
Says that he's the pro
My own fate I chose
To failure I predisposed

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