Tuesday, December 06, 2005

'Twas the Night before Vegas

Twas the Night Before Vegas, when all through the 'sphere
Degenerates were stirring, the day's finally here
The Bracelet is hung, thrice confirmed says the tale,
he hopes to make quads, telling girls he's a whale
Otis was nestled, all snug in his bed
while hammers and Pai-Gows danced in his head
Gracie in her kerchief and Hank in his cap
hunched over the abacus, figuring math
When deep in the desert, there arose such a clatter
Dings and bells, a nine-dollar steak platter
Into McCarron they flew like a flash
Tore open their wallets and pulled out their stash
The neon sparkled like a huge growing pot
Mr. Subliminal shifted on his state-sponsored cot
When what to their wondering eyes should appear
a dwarf, with a Guinness, who grinned ear to ear
He rode on the back of a donkey named Laddy
an ass who got twitchy when she turned to see Daddy
The doors opened up, the carousers they came
and Chairman Bill Rini called them all out by name
Now Absinthe, Now Wheaton, Now Sundance and EZ
On ephro, On Glyphic, On F-Train and BG
To the tables they go, poker sirens they call
now bet away, raise away, bluff away all
And then, in a twinkling, cards in their hands
a convergence of genius from far away lands
I raised with the Hammer, it was folded around
When into the fray AlCantHang came with a bound
With a tray full of shot glasses, 3 dozen at least
all filled to the brim, an amber-tinged feast
A bottle or four were slung on his back
and Big Mike and Eva carried more in a sack
Mean Gene raised a glass, to the Steelers and State
Chad responded "Skol Vikings, Brad Johnson is great!"
BadBlood was flexing, throwing goats and a chair
The Prof ducked in time, never mussing his hair
Maudie wasn't so lucky, hard metal on skull
The Princess raised often, her winning gets dull
Joanne and Travis walked around saying "eh?"
The Poker Geek's girlfriend taught him how to play
Franklin and facty traded one-liners like Pryor
EV had to re-buy, 'cause drizz's stack was higher
Grub took a bad beat, change100 got high
Spaceman did too, visions of Krispy Kreme in his eye
Pauly was re-charged, though his aces were cracked
but he did spin the wheel right before Derek yakked.
on_thg with his goddamn four syllables
spied an Omatard and got ready to gamb0000l
Chilly and Marty brought news from St. Lou,
"CJ's a luckbox and G-Rob is too"
The Aprils were fawning, Phil Gordon was near
The Rooster protested, said "Stud is right here"
StB hit the bar, drank straight from the tap
The Venetian panned "Gigli," said "J-Lo is crap"
Human Head started to bobble, his eyes getting glassy
"Thuder Down Under," he said, "Man, that show's classy."
Shelly was junk-kicking, Alan just straddled
The Donkey Puncher was way SoCo addled
The party wound down, off for sleep and a shower
The tournament starts in just over an hour
And all you first timers, from Cali to Maine
I'll take notes this weekend, for when I do this again.

25 Comments:

At 10:58 AM, Blogger change100 said...

Mr. Joe Speaker... the poet laureate of the WPBT.
Hilarious stuff... bravo!

 
At 11:33 AM, Blogger Donkeypuncher said...

Printing it out and gonna read it before bed the next three nights...

 
At 11:34 AM, Blogger Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

And you can write poems, too. Now I really suck. Let me drop this joint on you...

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...you can write far better than me, but what up with your Maradona Hairdo?

 
At 11:34 AM, Blogger Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

And you can write poems, too. Now I really suck. Let me drop this joint on you...

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...you can write far better than me, but what up with your Maradona Hairdo?

 
At 12:58 PM, Blogger StB said...

The Leapin Lanny Poffo of the blog crowd.

Nice verse.

 
At 1:41 PM, Blogger Greg said...

The rhyming is good. The meter needs work.

Give a listen to Blood on the Tracks or some Paul Simon and try again. hfg

 
At 2:35 PM, Blogger TenMile said...

Has anyone suggested a match for that notebook yet?

 
At 2:50 PM, Blogger Huge Junk said...

That's exactly the type of post that I start in my mind but never get out on my blog because I give up when I can't get it to work right.

You obviously don't have those issues.

"Excellent!" Says Bobby Bracelet.

"Fantabulous!" Says Esteemed Author Bob Respert.

"What does this have to do with iPods?" Wonders Bobby iPod.

 
At 3:49 PM, Blogger TripJax said...

amazing

 
At 3:53 PM, Blogger Wil Wheaton said...

Fuh.

King.

AWE.

SOME.

 
At 5:46 PM, Blogger BadBlood said...

Simply brilliant.

 
At 6:23 PM, Blogger April said...

You never fail to impress me. This one's a keeper.

 
At 7:28 PM, Blogger Drizztdj said...

Keeper for Speaker.

Wow.

 
At 9:08 PM, Blogger JasonSpaceman said...

Awesome. Just awesome. And I expect you to have a donut with me at the Excal.

 
At 9:56 PM, Anonymous Maudie said...

Wonderful! giggling uncontrolably 8^)

 
At 4:51 AM, Blogger Pokerwolf said...

Rock on, Joe!

Well done!

 
At 6:44 AM, Blogger Daddy said...

Very nicely done.

 
At 8:53 AM, Blogger TeamScottSmith said...

Very very nice. Next year, Fox in Socks.

 
At 10:04 AM, Blogger Gamecock said...

Jesus H. man, you are too talented.

 
At 10:26 AM, Blogger Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

http://soccernet.espn.go.com/columns/story?id=351428&root=worldcup&cc=5739

 
At 11:21 AM, Blogger Steve said...

You don't even necessarily need to know everyone in the poem, it's still a good read. That's B.A.*

* bad ass

Good stuff.

 
At 11:33 AM, Blogger Shelly said...

ROFL I love it!

 
At 2:50 PM, Blogger F-Train said...

How did I miss this yesterday? Priceless. Kudos, sir.

 
At 10:32 PM, Blogger April H. said...

Awesome, great poem!

 
At 7:23 AM, Blogger obp1000 said...

Do a Haiku next Joe, do a Haiku!

Good read.

 

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