A Betting Man Poem by Phil Soar

A Betting Man



I am not a betting man
that's what I tell myself
but the money flows like water from my bank
the horses run so slowly
and the football team is bad
and my wife thinks that I am a complete plank

Sunday, April 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sport
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