The stakes were high upon the felt
as cards around the dealer dealt.
His pair was high, as was his bet
the win was far from certain yet

A fine filly sat in his view
Brunette with eyes of misty blue
She smiled not once before the game
and now she’d called, her chips the same

The bet was even ‘round the board
before the flop was turned toward
He hit pure gold, three of a kind.
But those long legs haunted his mind.

He put a quarter mill on the green
Not even a flinch from her was seen.
She sat and thought behind those eyes
of misty blue and thund’ring skies.

A fourth card turned was a black Ace
Still not a twitch showed on her face.
The River came, a Ten of Spades.
Betting time’s now, no more charades.

He sat and pondered what she had
this filly so fine, lookin’ so bad.
She stared through his soul with those eyes
of misty blue and thund’ring skies.

His mind was whirling from the thought
that perhaps he was being bought.
For Misty Eyes sat with a cold stare
and twirled a lock of fine silken hair.

He went all in, the house was still
until she matched with a half mill.
Those legs, his mind, was all he saw
his feet were tired, his butt was raw.

He sat with no chips, waiting to see
the hand of fate of one filly.
She turned two spades,a King and Queen.
Royal this flush, the best he’d seen.

The finest hands and nails to match
raked in those chips, was quite a catch.
The filly had won, fair and square
More than a mill her winner’s share.

She stood to leave, he stood to stare
at long lean legs and silken hair.
She threw him a chip with a grin
they both won when he said “All in”.