Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.
Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.
It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.
Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.
Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night. Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.
Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
Been planning on working out in the new year.
At least an hour, five days a week. Just need to have the proper motivation.
Dozen doughnuts after each workout.
She felt under attack during her interview
It seemed that every person wanted to tear her apart, break her
Every time she had five minutes to herself, she almost broke down and cried
Getting this chance was her way to something so much better, but was the battle worth it
Examining her casualties, she decided no.
She smelled easy money in the air
Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.
Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow
So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?
Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer
Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison
Little shakes with an evil grin on my face
If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this
The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The horn screams through the night
Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.
The mark denoted a change in status.
It meant that one more thing was off the list.
Culling one more bit of weight from his soul.
Knowing that tomorrow the boss would just add five more.
Yearning to wear soft cashmere sweaters
Asking others to make them for me seems silly since I could make one
Reaching for my knitting needles I start my first stitch
Now after five hours, and not getting past stitch three, I pick up the phone and call…
Finding it amusingly ironic
If you really think about it
Value signifies a quintuple of things
Except the word only has four letters
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