Chester draws big crowds on raceday.
Employees dress up for away-days,
And punters hope for a big pay-day.
But, come the end of the day,
After bad bets that were the last straw,
All the fancy garb is taken off,
And put back in the chest of drawers.
and the long season of pure luck faded
they didn't foresee the jackpots end by date
the fortune was so ominously shaded
bravo's time period did quickly abate
how a quirky wheel of providence can change
rarely does it track in the one pathway
card turns are so bewilderingly strange
when placing wagers there'll be a loss day
expecting the winning streak to endure
tis of they who know nothing of betting
there's always a chance in being insecure
sure things do morph to an adverse setting
gambling pundits are the odd taker's guide
they've a good ken which assess flow of tide
It's an addiction but he can't admit
Yet that's the first step if he's to quit
my brother is addicted to gambling
it's eating his life away
Don't ask the gambler about where the cards fall,
Not only will he bet against you, he will bet it all.
— The End —