Game of Chance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem I wrote which I didn't think to be much good. I showed it to my parents and they both loved it. I decided I wanted some feedback from people I don't know personally.

Note to friends and family:

That doesn't mean you can't comment on this sillies! By all means tell me what you think, even if I do know you.

Submitted: December 24, 2007

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He flashes me a mischievous grin,
Say maybe we could play again,
“Maybe at last, you might win”
Though perhaps to do so would be a sin,
For I’m dreadfully good at losing.

I agree to play, my face is grim,
I know my chances are quite slim,
As he cleverly balances the dice on the cups rim,
I really do hate losing to him,
But I am so very good at it.

He rolls the dice with a loud battle cry,
His roll is good, I can’t help but sigh,
My roll has lost, he cries oh my!
He never fails to act surprised,
When I lose to him.

I give him his winnings straight from my pocket,
Three bent old rings and a rusty old locket,
He grabs them from me and shoots up like a rocket,
And when I sigh again he can’t help but mock it,
He is so very good at winning.

With a little smile that looks so sly,
He says “Well, you gave it your very best try”
“Maybe, just maybe, you might win next time”
And now I must stop writing, I’m running out of rhymes.

 

(Copyright (©) 2007. All rights reserved)


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