Saturday, November 15, 2008

Peter, Peter, poker player



    Peter Eastgate Wins World Series Of Poker
                    November 11, 2008


Peter, Peter, poker player,
Felted plain's Goliath slayer,
Backward-hatted Zen-like calm:
Let me praise him with this psalm.

Peter, Peter, Texas Hold 'Em,
Genius brain who just acts dumb,
Calculates the winning ways:
When to call or fold or raise.

Peter, Peter, Heart and Spade,
At the summit of his trade,
All the others he does drub:
Welcome to the Diamond Club.

Peter, Peter concentrates,
Final hand's a wheelèd straight!
Face untelling, icy blood:
Wins 'nine mil', this foxy stud!

2 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 16, 2008 at 2:49 PM

    A poker poem! Cool, and a really well made one too.

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  2. Philip ThriftNovember 17, 2008 at 3:54 AM

    Thanks!

    I don't watch poker on ESPN very much, and don't play cards at all, but I was completely fascinated by this guy's look and demeanor in his interviews after the match.

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