Skeleton PokerA Poem by Alex W
The undead play card games to win in, let us say, unconventional ways.
Skeleton poker, which hand will you draw?
An Ace and a Queen for you aren't in store,
You sir have an 8, and a diamond of three,
So perhaps no win amongst the dead will there be,
But all is not lost! My dear, squishy friend,
The skelebobs can't bluff, and there's your happy end,
To this macabre game of cards and bones,
And mindless yet playful undead drones.
So you may yet find, that threes are quite good,
And an eight is an Ace in a slightly veiled hood.
As this whole game, that a skeleton will play,
Is hampered by their illiterate and boney brain,
So lie that you have a King and a Jack, And they will not tell!
Apparently bluffing is not taught in hell,
Every time the skeletons fold, you'll win more cash,
But now it occurs to me that you should perhaps dash,
As everyone knows that skeletons are evil,
And this card game is, to be honest, scarecely believable,
Plus didn't the devil recently decree,
That skeletons should be as sly as can be?
Too many people were becoming wise,
To skeletons who wished for their early demise,
I think I remember something they said,
About trapping the fools with card games instead,
Then killing them nastily, and turning them too,
Into an undead scoundrel, who'll then join their crew,
This leaves you in a spot of bother, my friend,
And I do wish that I had a weapon to lend,
But the skeletons convinced me to lure you here,
And they said that your winnings I could use to buy beer,
So try not to scream too loudly, good chap,
You might wake the neighbours, and we wouldn't want that.
After all they're hopefully playing next week!
And i'd rather not of this event to them have to speak,
For as these good friends of mine continue with their slaughter,
I'd like to use a bone of mine on their 18 year old daughter.
Long story short, if you play this game,
Do as I did and perhaps you'll remain,
So to outlive these villains and go back to the pub,
It's best if, atleast when the going gets tough, that you draw a club.
And then hit them with it.
© 2012 Alex W
Heanor, Derby, United Kingdom
AboutWell, i'm a 20 year old bloke, English born and bred. I am starting up my own business at the moment, hopefully it'll really take off. I'm a journalist by trade and have written for many papers/onl.. more..