Super Rich: A Christmas Poem

Last night I played slots

Next to Old St. Nick;

He smelled like cigarettes.

He shouted for diamonds

Cheered me on a little

Wished me luck

Then hit the valet for his sleigh.

I stayed a while longer

Used up my ten dollars

Got lucky at home


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