Cur

I laughed with disregard

Waiting to play my card

Takes one to know one my thought

The telling moment oh so fraught

 

With angst anger excitement high

This was the moment do or die

I laid my royal flush down

Looking across at the clown

 

Emotions erupted he called me a cur

I laughed in his face, at the old slur

I’d won the game fair and square

Easing back into my deck chair

 

Standing tall I collecting my winnings

Humming a tune instead of singing

Until next time you old salty dog

As I hit the road on my mighty hog

 

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