Poker Poetry

Poems from the Mind Of An Online Poker Player

Archive for May, 2008

Those Pocket Kings

Those Pocket Kings

they complicate things

very strong hand

can’t take the swings

heads up against aces

not much of a chance

but against an ace rag

I  break out in dance.

Sucking Out

Opponents suck out

I hate it real bad

sometimes I suckout

and forget that i had…

get real pissed off

when it happens to  me

but i’ve done it too

proper play is the key

Doyle Brunson

They Call him Texas Dolly

Been around since Buddy Holly

Been on lots of Journeys

Played In Lots Of Tourneys

His Games as Sweet As Honey

He’s always in the money

Go one on one with Doyle

Your game will be spoiled.

Big Blind Special

Havin a hell of a time

now i’m in the blind

still cant get cards

though i’m playin with some tards

no one makes a raise

i guess this hand plays

trap to the river

always makes me shiver

all in against his aces

dumb look on all there faces.

Mike Matusow

Mike Matusow

Big like a cow

down on himself

when his brain is on a shelf

Sometimes he plays great

other times he discombobulates

either way

its fun to watch him play.

Cold Cards

Playin $5 and $10

can’t seem to win

the cards are runnin cold

this is getting old

hang around to long

all my earnings gone

Someday i’ll learn

to fold before the turn

Chris Ferguson

Chris Ferguson

real good at math

his hair is ratty,

may need a bath? ;)

he’s real good at poker

talented as hell

don’t dare flinch a eyebrow

he’ll pick up the tell

E-S-P-N

Watchin the Main Event

on E-S-P-N

wandering how it would feel

to be there playin

a very long tourney

that no pro can win

always a newbie

knocking out Scotty Nguyen

The final Table is crazy

Its so entertaining

the first 6 times i seen it

then it gets draining

reruns all the time

i think its a sin

reruns again and again

On E-S-P-N

Phil Hellmuth

Phil Hellmuth is good

He’s won 11 bracelets

hes also an a-hole

and nothing rhymes with bracelets

gotta give him credit

he’s got some balls

if it wasn’t for luck

he’d win them all

Ode To Bad Beats

Sittin mid position

Whats his imposition?

callin my raise

with a hand no one plays

got lucky on the turn

another card to burn

sucked out on the river

there goes my liver

* This Poem was inspired by a bad beat in the Sunday Million at Pokerstars

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