Table Tango

I’ve just won a Rolls, a diamond ring
too, that Rolex in the pot will look
great on you know who.

I’ve made more in an hour than I’ve
made in 5 years, the deck’s running
over me and bringing the boys to
tears.

Their mumbling and crying, “She can’t
play a lick!” Well, it could be true . . .
but I love to hear the boys sing the
Pot Limit Blues.

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