Combine two parts self-importance, one part poker, and add a healthy splash of sarcasm. Bake in the fiery heat of righteousness and serve piping hot. Expect indigestion.
Poems as Limericks!
Poker related:A besotted young wench with long braids,Limped in with the King Queen of spades,Upon flopping a royal,She put on a Doyle,And cleaned up despite the tirades.(http://mrsubliminal.blogspot.com/2005/03/limerick.html)She had a condo both swanky and spacious,And a libido considered voracious,Yet when I inquired,As to why she was tired,She yelled "Fuck off! I'm reading Ignatious!"(http://mrsubliminal.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-limerick.html)As she looks down to see pocket aces,Her smile reveals ill-fitting braces,So it comes as no shock,When she calls for a clockOn the slow-playing dentist she faces.(http://mrsubliminal.blogspot.com/2005/04/yet-another-limerick.html)
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