“Holy Hands!” Chimera 66, #7
I dreamt last night I attend
the Church of the Holy Hands!
Firm FANATICS, believers brew;
a congregation of Fifty-Two.
“Have pocket aces in your stew
before you receive your due;
before glory rains upon you, too!”
I genuflect, bow and find a pew
as the devil shoves his chips my way.
All my Hold’em followers chant: “Tsk-tsk.
It ain’t ‘gamblin’, you fool!
Just a calculated risk!”
(write a 66 word piece. Include the word, fanatic.)
Nice one!
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I really enjoy reading your pieces. There is always a fantastic flow, a poetry in your choice of words that I get lost in. Great job!
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Thanks, Tony
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Calculated risk, indeed! What a clever use of the prompt. 🙂
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