Um, Poker Poetry...Sorry

Donkeyland
Under the gun raise with the nuts
WTF 6 callers? oh man does this suck
Off to the flop i guess we'll all go
I better flop quads or how else will I know
if ive still got the best hand
Heck, I shoulda pushed allin here in donkeyland
An Ace a six and a seven is what falls
i check, theres a bet, 2 raises 3 calls!
i know i have the nuts but seat 4 has some balls!
I reraise allin, 1 caller, 2 callers, then three callers whoa,
3 players folded so to the turn we will go
4 handed and wondering what the heck they will show
the turn was a blank and the river a brick
ah I know what you were thinking
I know what you assumed
that here in donkeyland pocket aces must lose
Well that is my story my ryhme and my tale
of the hand that kept me off of the rail
And just cause your wondering
oh yes it would seem
that the previous hand was only a dream
I'll admit it makes sense
good sense you see
cause two hands before Jen Tilly was playing strip poker with me
now if you'll excuse me
I'm going back to sleep
Strip poker with Greg Raymer?!
Now there's a bad beat!!!

a man from west philly loved poker,
made money , got girls,was a joker,
full tilt took his money,
no more land of honey,
just a poor unemployed weed smoker

Hope your poker is better than your poetry! Thanks for the laugh.

how about a competition for the writing
the best poker poem.
sounds like fun.
here's mine:

poker ain't fun
when your under the gun,
play from the button
and you'll win more.

the last two lines don't rhyme
but that's 'arty'

From the guy that wears a three piece suit, with designer sunglasses and headphones to play poker...


online.

Comes another "omg, why does he take the time to write these" poem. Enjoy!

Untitled
suited connectors
67 J10
The question isn't whether to raise with them
but how often and when
Your opponent, the villain, Hes a rock you can tell
only raising with Aces, Kings, and AK as well
you look down from the button
and what do you see?
why a spaded four and a diamond 3
you throw your chips in and then smile inside
you know lady luck will be on your side
your opponent he is well a nit after all
and you are a shark just look at that call
the flop it comes down
and its brick brick brick
the villain bets big and you lose no more chips
this happens all day for 6 hours at least
you keep missing the flop
man you don't get a piece
till finally all of your calling pays up
and there in the big blind
you flop the nuts
He bets and you know that you're way ahead
you raise him allin
He calls drawing dead
you smile, almost giggle and then lick your lips
then spend the next six hands just stacking your chips
he calls you a donkey and says your a fish
you say "buying in again?"
he says i wish
See bankroll management's really the key
Well that and and flopping the nuts with an offsuit 43

guys, ur rock! really nice poetry!
It is not mine, but I like it:

I have no cash flow…

deposit my last 20 dollars
play a sit-n-go.
finish 1st place!
enter a bigger race.
Absolute Poker 5k
my lucky day?
1st out of 236
luck, skill and some tricks.
now i can pay the rent
in three days my bankrolls spent

some of that sounded like Slim Shady

other parts were kinda like "Twas the night before Christmas"

nice man really enjoyed that.

card runners jimmy legs done a poem check it out.

Haiku :-)

Lag, tag, fish, or shark?
The flop is safe to c-bet.
All in on the turn.

HAHAHA LMAO!!! Dude it did sound like a rap though not a poem.

The cards fall
Like leaves in autumn
All red
Straight gone to hell

There once was a woman, who only played hearts.....



better not

Whist ~ Eugene Fitch Ware

Hour after hour the cards were fairly shuffled
And fairly dealt, but still I got no hand;
The morning came, and with a mind unruffled
I only said, "I do not understand."

Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources
The cards are shuffled and the hands are dealt;
Blind are our efforts to control the forces
That, though unseen, are no less strongly felt.

I do not like the way the cards are shuffled,
But yet I like the game and want to play;
And through the long, long night will I, unruffled,
Play what I get until the break of day.


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