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Message: [QUOTE="Johnny Too Bad, post: 1849508, member: 85692"] JK. from Wollongong (Apologies to Banjo Paterson) It was JK. from Wollongong, who caught the Hold’em craze, He gave up the Manila game, he’d milked so many days, He said, "The short deck game is dead, and I’m too old for sex” He went to town to buy himself some fifty-two card decks. He looked around the shop a awhile, he had some time to spare, The scent of plastic playing cards hung lightly in the air. As he was thinking “Should I buy the Kem or the Fournier?” The teen aged shop assistant asked, “Excuse me, do you play?” “See here, Young Gun,” said ol’ JK, “from Perth to Tasmans’ Sea, From Darwin down to Hobart Town, there’s none can play like me, I’m good all ‘round, at every game, it's known from coast to coast But, I'm not one to make that claim, I'm not the kind to boast" “There is no game that you can name, on tables made of felt, At which I will not reign supreme, once all the cards are dealt, So mark my words, you cocky lad, as night will follow day, If you would like to tag along, I’ll show you how to play.” JK dressed up in Hold’em gear, dark glasses and a hood, He thought “I’ll act the ‘mug’ awhile, then fit them up, real good” He strode up to the card room with his bankroll and a smile. He pondered the ’No Limit’ game for just a little while. It was JK from Wollongong, who found a seat to play, Of Young Guns less than half his age, he thought “you’ll rue this day,” He looked around the table thinking, “I should piss this in.” He counted all their stacks to see just how much he would win. It was JK from Wollongong, who peered down at Big Slick, And then he knew his time had come, to show these boys a trick. But, when the flop came Ace, King, Nine, he thought “ I’ll play this cool, I’ll lure these bunnies to my trap, then send them back to school.” The turn produced another King, JK thought “Oh My Lord, They won’t come with me if I bet, not looking at this board. I’ll check for now, and if one bets, I'll raise him back all in," When one lad bet, another called, JK concealed his grin. It was JK from Wollongong, who saw the river Nine. “If they made a full house with that, It’s not as big as mine,” He pushed all in, the two lads called, they both were all in too. He showed his cards, reached for the pot, it seemed the thing to do. The first boy cried out, “ Not so fast! I slow played pocket Aces” JK looked up, bewildered by the smirks on all their faces. The next boy gallantly announced, “I think the pot is mine! “, He opened up his hand to show ‘The Gretzky’ Ninety-Nine. It was JK from Wollongong, who left the table slow. He said "I can't recall a time I've ever felt so low". A day or two is all it takes to overcome the pain, As every poker player knows. He'll live to play again. JTB [/QUOTE]

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