Bluff (an acrostic poem)

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Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late

Bluff (an acrostic poem)

Betting it all, Michaela sat back and waited

Looking her opponent straight in the eye

Under her stern stare, he began to wilt

Folding, he threw his cards in.  He showed her a pair of kings

Flipping one of her cards, an ace, she reached for her chips, hiding her four

 

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Poker (an acrostic poem)

Pushing it all in on a stone cold bluff

Or do they really have a better had

Knowing that my tournament life is at risk

Even though I have middle pair

Really all I could do was fold

 

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Cards (an acrostic poem)

Chips were tossed into the pot as the round was dealt

Amber looked at her hand and a pair of kings stared back

Reaching for her chips, she tossed in her raise

Dudes wouldn’t know what hit them since she had bluffed the last two hands

She was surprised when everyone immediately folded

 

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