Old Dogs
by Levi Kyllo
Dogs playing poker. In a dark lit room.
Dogs playing poker? Did I hear that right?
Yes you did, I believe they're quite good too.
Their poker faces? Crazy. Uncanny.
Dogs playing poker. So what is the point?
Playing, scraping, cheating just for a coin?
I find it humorous that poker is
The game they choose to play, their game of choice.
They could be running after tennis balls,
Playing the classic game of chase with cats,
Burying bones in the backyard for kicks,
But no, they choose to sport the cards and chips.
Smoking out of a pipe, drinking some beer,
Kickin' back, old hounds around the table,
No new tricks, just a bit of old-fashioned
Competition with a small side of fun.
Dogs playing poker. Hardly can fathom
The complexity of their inside jokes,
Or how they manage to conduct business.
I see one cheating while another laughs.
Could this game be bringing back some missed youth?
Old dogs can't stay up past one, they're too old!
Just some paper, plastic and a few bucks
Can buy much more than just a couple games,
It brings seven close friends back together.
Knowing each other's hand, who is bluffing,
Who plays it safe, the lucky one always
Ending up with all the money, that is
Why these dogs are playing poker tonight.
Old dogs no more, they are young pups tonight.
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