I recently ran into an old poker-playing buddy who I hadn't seen in a long time. This guy would bet on anything - including on one occasion the number of times that a housefly would try to land on his skin in succession. However his particluar talent lay in goading you into a wager. Well after we had a couple of drinks, sure enough he got down to his old tricks. The trap was sprung and I took the bait. Shame on me! Needless to say I lost the bet. And so without further ado, here is the very first poem I published:
ALL RIGHT MOVE ALONG THE SHOW IS OVER!