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MDNC Poker Night

Last night I hosted the MNDC Poker Night, a semi-irregular event when we get together to drink and play poker instead of heading out to the area bars. I composed this poem after everyone left as the “minutes” from our meeting… ‘Twas the night of MNDC poker, and all through the house the players were […]

Last night I hosted the MNDC Poker Night, a semi-irregular event when we get together to drink and play poker instead of heading out to the area bars. I composed this poem after everyone left as the “minutes” from our meeting…

‘Twas the night of MNDC poker, and all through the house
the players were gambling away everything, even their spouse.
The cards were all dealt with tender-loving care
In hopes that piles more pennies soon would be there.

The players were nestled, all snug in their beers
While sounds of Jud’s cell phone sang in our ears.
And Dave in his sunglasses and punked out hood
Had just finished intimadating us as we finished our food.

When at the refrigerator door there arose such a clatter
Jess sprang from her chair to see what was the matter
“Four Guinii” came Cindy’s loud cheer in a flash
As Jud sprang to grab one in a sudden mad dash.

But, for a moment, we pause for those not here,
CB, at home, car troubles keeping her there.
Whiney, too busy with her new boy companion
while others, no less important, who were not a-gamblin’.

With the cards dealin’, so fast and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Dr. Dave’s patented wrist flick.
More rapid than nickles, the pennies they flew
As the players sought to make their piles improve.

Full house, Two Pair, and Three of a Kind!
A straight, a flush, who can come from behind?
As the cards and the coinage continue to fly
Everyone stares each other down with the old evil eye.

What’s this? It’s Sarah, she won the first round
As Jud’s pile of coins are slowly whittled down
Kiki stared me down, in the one hand of blackjack,
But I didn’t give in, splitting the pot in my comeback.

As we played game after game of Texas Hold ’em,
Dave, the dealer, continued to fold ’em.
Cindy, to Jud’s right, without fanfare or hollers,
Went on to beat us all by picking up almost two dollars.

Finally, we turned, with a tear in each eye,
Made our way to the door to say farewell and goodbye.
But I heard the group sing, as they walked out in to the cold night,
“Prince Ali! Mighty is he!” and it was quite a sight.

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