Pocket Queens

Loosing against a master!

Pocket Queens

 

The hands, they shake.

The wind, it blows.

The brave one folds

And I raise the stakes.

 

The old man stares

and thinks.

-something stinks.

His nose flares

 

Pocket queens,

The old man wins.

I humbly add my chips to the pile.

-The old man smiles.

Reviews

[PP]

You've given your best bet at writing this one! Well done :)

[Inda]

Thank you!

[quinfinn]

every player has their "tell". apparently, he read yours. this is a masterful write. kudos!

[Inda]

Yeah my tell is i bet all in lol.