Bottles clinked

The boys again request a drink

The air was warm

In the small house seven qualified as a swarm

Each pair of eyes peered round

Treachery was abound

Poker night and my place is hostn'

Tonight some will cry and some will be toasting

The palms are a itchn'

There is a lot of cooking in the kitchen

Some have cashed in and is ditchn'

Laying down their hands

Suddenly a more upbeat from the band

Gasp, who would have thought-a bluff!

Laughing, the winner shows his stuff

Oh yes he lied!

Now would anyone like some pie?