The Poker Poetry Contest

[KaneKungFu123]

Hello OT memebers.

I am offering $100 to the best constructed poem. Im not going to be too strict on meter and speed and rhyming and all those poetry terms i never bothered to learn.

so just the best poem or anecdote about poker. if it rhymes alot then that would be cool. bad beat poems will not win.

the deadline is may 10th.

good luck.

[Voltron87]

hahahahahahahahahahaha

when does it get upped to $250?

[pshreck]

Did you resolve the last contest controversy yet?

[Edge34]

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Hello OT memebers.

I am offering $100 to the best constructed poem. Im not going to be too strict on meter and speed and rhyming and all those poetry terms i never bothered to learn.

so just the best poem or anecdote about poker. if it rhymes alot then that would be cool. bad beat poems will not win.

the deadline is may 10th.

good luck.

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Neither funny or original...yet I'm not surprised...

[Klepton]

now thats what i call 'rubbing it in'

[tbach24]

Tides are shifting
Moons rotate the earth
The rockets gravitate

[TStoneMBD]

i picked up this whore
just trying to score

we facked on a stack
of a 52 card deck

i whipped out my joker
and started to play poker
inbetween the bed sheets

my full house made her anally bleed

[Dead]

That is disturbing.

[willie]

everytime you welch on a bet, baby jesus cries.

[The Yugoslavian]

[ QUOTE ]
Hello OT memebers.

I am offering $100 to the best constructed poem. Im not going to be too strict on meter and speed and rhyming and all those poetry terms i never bothered to learn.

so just the best poem or anecdote about poker. if it rhymes alot then that would be cool. bad beat poems will not win.

the deadline is may 10th.

good luck.

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Classy...

Yugoslav

[LuckYou777]

"good luck today!" his friends would say.
"its not a game of luck."
he went to the nugget,
returned and said, "f*ck it,
three hours, and twenty grand stuck."

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once upon a poker craze,
a young man watched a game,
thought cash and cars and Shana Hiatt,
respect, (and cash!), and fame.

he found some year-old birthday cash,
some paychecks and the like,
he cashed them at a local bank,
then drove out to the Bike.

in his finest hoody sweatshirt,
and his glasses Oakley made,
the self proclaimed young prodigy
of poker sat and played.

he took his seat, sat down with sharks,
cold eyes and silent lips.
he swore he saw their fear of him
before he bought his chips.

he played by intuition,
(never thought once of EV.)
he knew the game from front to back
(he'd seen it on TV.)

the hand was dealt. the first to act
did boldly raise the blind,
the second player raised again,
our hero had made up his mind.

he checked his cards- a garbage hand.
he knew the perfect play.
a subtle play of great finesse,
one rarely used today.

the weak of mind and faint of heart
would not consider callin'.
but hero was no cow'rd or fool!
he smiled and uttered, "all in."

the table gasped. he knew their thoughts-
"such bravery, poise, and skill!
such calm collected confidence,
intelligence and will!"

he knew that he was on his way
to be a hold'em great!
until a player said, "you @$$,
this is low-limit omaha 8."

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[Jazza]

if it wasn't for your NL posts you would be on my ignore list

i recomend no one participate in this contest, he is full of sht about the money

[Sponger15SB]

Mr. KaneKungFu
He smells like poo

I hope he chokes
and dies