Las Vegas, Las Vegas, the city of dreams,
The city of triumph and utter disaster.
For you can win and gain a most vast amount,
But you can also loose without a count.
I advise you my friend, to watch yourself
With the up most of care and thought.
Stay away from the one arm bandits
And be careful of the thieves and
Hustlers which rob you in vain.
Stroll the streets for a meal which is cheap,
But I am sure sure that the food will be
Cut back, for then you will have more money
To play Black Jack.
I know that you cannot resist the temptation
Of having a bit of a gamble, but in order
To not appear like a spanner, be sure
To place your wages in a casual manner.
I am sure that the gambling will carry on
Throughout the dead of night, and no
one will stop your addiction, not even
Your wife!
So you are flat-broke and you are on your
Flight home, at least you have enjoyed
your time, but remember my friend, Las
Vegas is an ultimate unknown; for
It is the city of triumph and utter
Disaster.
Dan, that was fantastic! You are truly a budding poet, you will only improve with age, you'll never go backwards, so keep writing!
By your description a place to keep well away from. Cheers, Jerry
clap clap clap i shoulda read your poem before i went to vegas...just kidding... you are right the city of the unknown cool name.
I have never been but always wanted to. maybe in a couple years... who knows. good job. Becca
Oh the seedy underside of Las Vegas peeks from your verses. In a place where the lights never go off, it's surprising how the darkness thrives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In Vegas the secret is to bankroll yerself fifty bucks max....then play.When its gone..Get yerself a meal in the 'Suname' restraunt in the Venetian.. Afterwards stroll down the strip..but be careful who you talk to. Sid.