High wind and low moonlight
In my bluffing poker hand
You strain to read the smile
behind my lie
But the smoke obscures my intentions
You check and ante
Calling me out to reveal
The truth of my brashness
We lay our cards there
On the table
And you stifle a giggle
As you rake in
My lost bet
I dig deep
While you deal again.
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 7:47 PM UTC
High wind and low moonlight
In my bluffing poker hand
You strain to read the smile
behind my lie
But the smoke obscures my intentions
You check and ante
Calling me out to reveal
The truth of my brashness
We lay our cards there
On the table
And you stifle a giggle
As you rake in
My lost bet
I dig deep
While you deal again.
copyright 2010 T.P. Mooney