Polar Poker Poem by Edward A. Morris

Polar Poker



Don't gamble with winter: it's cold!
Too cold to be chill, cool, or bold.
So cold the deck's stacked;
I accept the cold fact—
You win, Cold Man Winter: I fold.

Sunday, January 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,funny,gambling,game,humor,humorous,winter
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