Wandered (apolgies to William Wordsworth 1888)

[The_duke]

I Wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er poker and bills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of cronic overkills;
Beside the flop, beneath the threes,
Fishing and bluffing in the breeze.

Continuous as the cards that shine
And twinkle in the donkey way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a play:
Ten thousand chips I did glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The players beside them danced; but they
Out-did my sparkling push in glee:
My bet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little was taught
What fecker to show without some thought:

For oft, when on the tilt I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flush upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of play most crude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances when my flush draw fills.

[suzanne]

Shame on you...Willie will be turning in his grave 

[boldie]

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