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?