A Vegas Trip with friends, not wanting to spend a lot - a poem. |
So much on a budget, just getting along; A trip truly daring, I must remain strong. A Vegas vacation for me and my friends; Just seeking good times as a means to good ends. Justifiably safe, though reasonably worried; A time for my trusting, so I mustn't seem hurried. Banking quite big on my true self control, Then letting the dice just fall where they roll. But the minute we got there, my friend had to play A game known as craps, and he had things his way. Then squeamishly timid, I joined in as well, And for some lucky reason, it went truly swell! For hours and hours, we sought out this game, And for a couple of days, it showed us the same Miraculous fortune that a few players get: A majority of winnings for placing a bet... We stayed for four days, and the third day was bad - For after our start, we knew we'd been had. My friend kept on trying, but I just backed off; Saving some dimes while not having to scoff. We went to some shows and some so-so buffets, And marked the beginning of those hot summer days. My friend lost a ton, but I came out a winner, Had a great time and didn't march out a sinner. Being that gambler was truly a blast, But simply I knew that my luck wouldn't last - I just stayed alert for signs of real trouble, Allowing me to savor that quick burst, that bubble. So now that I'm home, I feel some relief - No shameful occurrence, no untimely grief. I now can afford some milk and some bread. Left nothing to chance in my worrisome head. |