THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN THE POKER ROOM 2006
Not much was moving, quiet as a tomb,
The chip racks were stacked on the side in a row,
Hoping some good luck would fill them with dough;
Telling their tales of all the bad beats,
The dealer looked at me and ask,
Do you plan to bet or will you pass?
I jumped from the two seat to see what was about,
And what to my surprise did appear,
A fat guy drinking a bottle of beer,
No one guessed it might be a hustle,
He slid into the six seat and yelled for a rack,
Looked around and said, “I’ll leave when I’ve filled my sack,”
Lady Luck loved this red suited guy,
He played every hand never folding a one,
The outcome was always the same, he won and won,
He said I’m going to give you some poker tips,
I’ve played them all, the good and the great,
And let me tell you I can relate,
Matusow, Hachem, even a guy called Fossilman,
They remind me of a boxer with a glass jaw,
They can’t even play me to a draw,
I got to make a stop at the Bellagio,
I left my Mercedes in their valet,
Don’t look so surprised, I traded that drafty sleigh,
I’ll be back next Christmas to play poker right here,
Maybe you should read a poker book or two,
The way you play you don’t have a clue,
That’s where I’ll leave your copy of Brunson’s super book.
And with that he turned and walked away,
Have a Very Merry Christmas Day!
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