Poems from My Vacation 2 – Blackjack

There we were upon the sea

And looking for some fun.

We got a wad of dollar bills

To go play 21.

We sat upon a padded stool

And bet our livelihood.

Some hands didn’t go so well

(As math suggests it should).

However, one fine gentleman

Who couldn’t hear a word

Was tipping well the dealer

And flipping math the bird.

Overall we lost a bit

But had a lot of fun.

Also, I know why cruise ships

Don’t let you pack a gun.

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