#264: “A Poker Wonderland”

Pints of the black stuff, a Leprechaun hat,
Ambassadors, gamers, the one and only Kevmath,
Dublin’s a wonderland, there’s magic in the air.
But the rounders on the green felt are just trying to make a pair.

The players have been rallied, some have qualified online,
The numbers have been tallied, they total three-five-nine,
Flops flopping, pots chopping, The Bonnington is hopping,
Krystle bopping, corks popping, the prizepool’s bleedin’ whopping.

Bullets flying, no crying, barrels one, two, three,
And if you brought a knife to the gun-fight, sure there’s always Day 1C.
Will it be rags to riches or maybe riches to rags?
To the victor go the spoils and seventy-five bags.

Chips riffling, losers sniffling, Kenny’s team deal cold decks plenty,
‘Nasty river to spike’, ‘On your bike’, ‘Take a hike’, ‘Seat open table twenty!’
‘Top pair’, says I. ‘Me too’, says he. ‘Right so then, show us your kicker?’
He turns over an ace, the look on my face, Tambet puts the photo on Flickr.

On the outer tables, make no mistakes, Daiva is doing her thing,
Prosecco and cupcakes, the Queen always Rules, the lady out-ranks the King.
There are diamonds in her eyes, the soles of her shoes and still five more in her hand,
The huge field came as no surprise, sure poker in Dublin is grand.

Trophies for Emilie, Wendy, Fergus and Ben
James, Phil, Samuel, Alan, Apostol, Andrey and Sven
On the feature table, there are winners galore
Paul takes down the big one, what a beautiful score!

David, Henry and Dara – our deadly team in the box
Shirley glues it together, in a Christmas jumper and socks,
Into the livestream Twitch expected, Paddywhackery is injected,
The festival Nick prospected, Nataly and her team perfected.

And if you don’t believe me, just come and meet us there,
Build a stack, have the craic, in the city oh so fair,
Because Dublin is the best place to use up your one time,
To not come back next year, well that would be a crime.