A Bond Poker Game

Bond sits down at table.

He glances at the other players.

Winning tonight, he might not be able.

He looks to his cards, he decides to call.

The men and woman, they watch him,

for this hand he must give it his all.

The cards go in, their wagers ever bold

He looks at his hand

Bond decides to fold.

The cards go out again,

Bond is given a refreshment

As he examines his new hand.

The wagers go out and all is lost

For his cards, only money is his unsaid demand.

Oh, but what is this?

A villain’s cards go down

Surely, the mission is no longer his.

But finally, our hero is in the right

His cards show his only luck

For a pair of Queens carries all the might.

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  1. OK…I am a sucker for 007….and for the retro clip….and for original poetry (even bad poetry.)

    written in an interesting style and voice; words bring the content to life;
    fluency is smooth and naturally expressive
    all words spelled correctly; no grammar errors; formatting makes the post more interesting and easier to read
    multimedia adds new information or perspective to post; several links to places that add to readers understanding;information sources not cited accurately; not tagged


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