'Twas the Night Before Vegas

'Twas the night before Vegas, when all through the house
all the creatures were stirring, as I tried on another black blouse
My stockings were hung over the shower curtain with care,
in hopes that tomorrow soon would be there.

The bloggers were sleepless, tossing in bed,
while visions of suck outs danced in their heads.
Cause Smokk is so anxious to stack-a-donk dead,
we pack up our our laptops for the exciting flight ahead.

When out from IM there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to that chat to see what was the matter.

The donk to Waff’s right called his overbet, oh no,
gave the impression of strength, to put on a show,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a Waffle suck out and a double up, my dear!

With a little good fortune, the suck outs will stick,
And all the bloggers in Vegas, lady luck will sure pick
More rapid than eagles, her coursers they came,
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Smokkee! Now Don!
Now, Carmen and Kat!
On, Love Elf! On Iakaris!
On, Lucko, on Ab’s!

To the top of the board!
To the top of the brawl!
Now stack away! Stack away!
Stack away all!"