Saturday, September 01, 2007

CASINO BUG

CASINO BUG

Roger A. Davis

Raddad had a bug
It abided not in his head rug
Its name, Casino Obsession
Soon, bye-bye to each and every possession
Question: Will he ever learn from this lesson?

GOLDEN EAGLE OMAHA HI-LO GAME

GOLDEN EAGLE OMAHA HI-LO GAME

Roger A. Davis

Sign-up on Thursdays, 12:00 AM until we start
Joe is usually the first old fart on the chart
Breakfast at seven before we begin
Then it’s off to the poker table that seats ten

Gruff, thick-skinned Clay, first dealer of the day
Don’t tell him, he’s the best I’ve ever seen at pay and directing play
Yet, Terry and Larry are more merry
4, 8, half kill with capping, it can get scary

Players vary like a dirty dozen
Then there’s me, like a distant occasional cousin
Sprinkle Bet Soybean Bob
Some say he has a secret stash for a corncob

Terry and Joe, our resident dirty old men
But both bend over backwards to be your friend
Larry, full of facts and a dry sense of humor
Dressed in baggy black since sloughing off an 80 lb. fat tumor

Wheelchair Bill and Warren, who like to raise
And Larry O hems and haws but usually stays
Jim, Jack and I are usually nursing our cig packs
As Pit Boss Mike hands out 100 white racks

I’m there because meals are free
Plus, my four cards – flop, turn and river - to see
Seriously, it’s the fellowship and jokes
And, at the Golden Eagle, they allow smokes

This poem is written for my poker pals
Thank God, there are no regular playing gals
Thank you for making me feel like one of the bunch
But, I think maybe you just want my money
That’s my hunch

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THREE FIRES STEAKHOUSE

THREE FIRES STEAKHOUSE

Roger A. Davis

On the menu, a legend is told
But, respectively, give me a shrimp cocktail, ice cold
Atmosphere of a mountain lodge or such
Yet for me, the bread baskets are the nice touch

Gourmet dishes and standard fare
Chef Randy and other staff do prepare
From steaks to seafood and dessert
And with coupons, etc., prices don’t hurt

My choice of waitresses is Catheryn R
A server and conversationalist way above par
Not to say the others are less
It’s just her spunkiness, I confess

I, of late, have enjoyed the chicken fried steak
With sour cream and butter-drenched potato baked
But a rib eye or K.C. strip are hard to beat
And the mushroom strudel is quite a feat

There are many places to eat down Topeka way
Yet, truly, Three Fires’ food causes me to stay
And with Buffalo Grill and the buffet
It goes to make Prairie Band’s culinary experience very much okay

OUR CABIN IN THE WOODS

OUR CABIN IN THE WOODS

Roger A. Davis

It was made from and in the forest
It was made and paid for us
A place to be with Mom and Dad
A home away from home
A place to have a home-cooked meal
A card game
A place of rest and recreation
And a place to look out on God’s creation
It is our home away from home
It is our Cabin in the Woods

NUMBER 1

NUMBER 1

Roger A. Davis

Do you have one of those foam rubber hands?
On TV, you see many lifted in the stands
How many times have they spoiled the view
Of feats of sports fans pursue?

Being Number One can have other risks
Like the top gunfighter on the defense
Got to admit, I love watching it on DVD discs
Jesse James, Clint – my, it can get tense

Saw Tiger get his 13 major this week
Two in a row, perfect time to peak
Other areas of life have stars, too
The arts, commerce, politics to name a few

Will Hillary rise to the top?
And will Harry Potter stop?
Box Office and music have a fickle reign
As well as the Oscars and Emmys domain

King of the Mountain, a favorite childhood game
My competitive spirit made it not so tame
It’s the same thing that compels us, you see
To root, play and watch competition live and on TV

I’m one of those underdog supporters
Makes a great byline for reporters
A star rookie or a come-from-behind story
This sets off in my heart shouts of glory

I have to admit, this is who we most resemble
Movies like the Fugitive’s David Kimble
So put away your Jumbo #1
And let others see all the fun

WHERE OH WHERE HAS MY ... GONE?

WHERE OH WHERE HAS MY ... GONE?

Roger A. Davis

Have you ever walked into a room and wondered why?
You tap your head and sigh and sigh
Or can't for the life of you remember a name
Going through the alphabet, for a solution
What's with this, memory pollution?

I try to use notes, like a grocery list
Get in the car and forgot it, too, I'm pissed
Go back in the house to acquire
Back now in the vehicle, no keys, PLEASE!
It's like I'm being cruelly teased

The worst case scenario is meeting an old friend
They greet you with a handshake and a grin
Of course, they speak your John Hancock
You’re at a loss for theirs, tongue lock
You have committed the "Pardon Me" sin

"Where was I?" is my most common phrase
Followed by, "Where did I put ... ?"
Yet, I still have my good days
I still pretty much know my right from left foot
I'll quit whining and accept, life is now a maze

If you’re saying amen to this rhyme
You too are probably past your prime
The good thing is, we can enjoy reruns
We also are not bothered by old jokes
They seem to be new for us old folks

I was going to close this poem with a great line
Been trying to remember it for a long time
Guess I'll sleep on it and in my dreams
Just maybe there on my pillow I will find
Hey, what am I looking for? It's slipped my mind