posted on Nov, 2 2012 @ 12:59 AM
As she sat at the table
Stacking her chips
Peeking at cards
And licking her lips
She threw in a huge bet
Then came my turn
I thought to myself
She has money to burn
Maybe she's bluffing
Maybe she's not
How will I know
If I don't take a shot
The tension was mounting
All eyes were on me
As I slid in my stack
I said we shall see
She flipped her cards
Then I flipped mine
We both had a pair
"Pocket nines"
On the table three clubs
And the turn was a spade
If I catch a club on the river
I'll have it made
We stare at each other
As the dealer advances
A club on the river!
What are the chances?