Ante-Poetry

We returned
from the club, a little wild
and flush with excitement;
Mom called us all in.
My, what a full house!
We ran inside, straight over
and checked the pot:
"it's just like Jack's--or better!"
Always the joker,
I took all the chips--
but I couldn't hold'em.
I didn't have the heart to say
that there was nothing for the table.
Too late; Mom called my bluff.
"What the deuce?" she exclaimed,
ready for a showdown.
"Oh well," I sighed,
"it takes all kinds."
What a raw deal.