The Five Cent Slots by Selwyn Morgan.
Five cents a go was all it took,
to play the game but not get hooked.
To watch high rollers play fast and free
without a thought about their nth degree,
when winnings fell below their loss
(and they believing, gave not a toss),
they blew their luck away.
The black bunny came, with bobtail white,
and offered drinks throughout the night.
“Upon the house”, she would announce,
and I play the game (as a dollar’s flounce,
would bring her back with my request),
“The casino’s favourite,” I behest,
(a Margarita on her silver tray).
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose,
and five cents a go does not abuse
your wallet, nor your sense of worth
and keeps your expectations down to earth.
But as your five-cent pot gets slimmer,
and your hopes of wealth gets dimmer
there’s another Margarita on its way.
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