Poker

The suicidal King and the one eyed Jack Were perusing the bar for a late evening snack "How's her?" asked the Jack. "Too thin," said the King. "I like the women... with bottoms that swing." "How's she?" asked the King. "Too plump," said the Jack. "I like the women... with a nice tight rack." The Queen of Hearts pulled her panties up with a snap And shoved The Beast's craw off her god forsaken lap Shut her eyes, held her breath and rolled out of bed And tiptoed out the door Without a word said, The Beast was OK An Ace he was not Confused, she strolled to the bar for a late evening shot "You pig," cried the Queen "Who me?" pleaded the King. "I can't believe you have the decency To still wear your ring." The king looked her up and down, sole to soul and foot to crown He knew something was wrong, almost RIGHT AWAY For one, there was a smile on her face That seemed to last ALL DAY "You slut," cried the King "Who me?" questioned the Red Ace "Not you!" said both King and Queen "How could you stand there and lie to my face with your button half undone and your stockings out of place?" "How could you?" cried the King. "You don't deserve to wear that crown With your bra strap twisted up And your dress falling down." "I'm leaving," protested the Queen And she would've I know Except sometimes Love waits until the last minute to show "Wait," cried the King, but he stopped He had decided to call her bluff And he turned his back Even though it was tough Because also sometimes Loving someone just isn't Enough. By: Joseph DeMarco