Nights of the Round Table

his name is Arthur
he is the king
friends and foes
rolled up sleeves gathering

two of a kind
or a simple straight
hide your eyes
make them wait

call their bluff
bet too high
every **** week
the days pass by

you can't stand
to stay away
flick the chips
more work than play

a shot of milk
you force a grin
sweat runs down
you wipe your chin

I'll see your 5
and raise you 10
drop your shades
over and over again

the bell has rung
your wife has said
it's time for you boys
to get to bed

you and your sons
stuffed with cake
tomorrow you'll wake up
with a bellyache

but you wouldn't miss
be it truth or fable
a week with the boys
nights of the round table  

Gomer LePoet...