Online Poker Poetry: 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

by Bodog Poker | Dec 23 2009

It was the night before Christmas, and even with a full house
I couldn't take down a hand, and was about to smash my mouse.
My computer screens were full of tournament action to spare,
And I hoped that some good fortune soon would be there.

My team was all passed out, asleep on their beds,
While visions of river cards danced in their heads.
I sat in my chair with my snack on my lap
And got sucked-out on so often I felt like a sap.

When out of nowhere, I was dealt pocket aces
And was glad I was online with my bad poker faces.
I raised the action pre-flop and got some action on the bet,
The flop was 2-3-Q, and his chips for sure I would get.

I put in ten thousand and hoped for a call,
But this opponent was not playing small ball.
He raised it to fifty and I began to fear,
Could it be that another bad beat was near?

I put in the call and hoped for an ace,
My bankroll was having trouble keeping pace.
The turn was another deuce and I felt my chances improve,
I thought the turn had counterfeited him, and was ready to make my move.

When all of a sudden he wrote in the chat,
"I'll take all your chips Donk, you can be sure of that!"
I didn't respond but I knew he was unsure
I'd seen players getting info this way before.

We both checked the action and a river card we saw,
It was the one I was waiting for, and I sat there in awe.
It was the ace of hearts to complete my boat
And I knew that my bankroll would stay afloat.

I bet out my stack and got the insta-call
He had no choice with his back against the wall.
He showed pocket queens for the smaller full house
And this time it was him who was smashing his mouse.

He reloaded his stack and I smiled with glee,
I knew a player on tilt was easy money for me.
He'd be gunning for me to get back his chips
And I knew I would win more, if I stayed out of the flips.

After winning a few more hands I looked at my stack
And I realized I should quit before I dumped it all back.
I left the game and my bankroll had grown a great deal,
And for one night on Christmas, like a winner I did feel.

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