A Poem: The Limit Tourney
By Pokerwidow1

The limit tourney was set for 6 O’clock
As they signed on I took their stock
I went to the rank table to see their place
Since we are online and not face to face.
I checked my notes to see how they played
Player by player, what insights had I made?
Were they loose, aggressive or did they play tight?
Every tourney I play is one heck of a fight.
The tourney now starts, our seats we can’t pick
But we take our mouse and get ready to click.
It finally came down to one last table.
Who had made it, which had remained stable?

Seat #1 is our color commentator, gatorhb
She has played goot, by her stack you can see.
In seat #2 there sits New Jane
She likes AJ so we gave it her name
Pokerwidow1, that would be me
Just call me PW, I’m in seat #3
And to my left is rggator
He has been placed in seat #4
Next to him is geezer in seat #5
He quips he’s so old, it’s a miracle he’s alive.
Then there’s Layla in seat #6
Wow she has a huge stack of chips!
Seat 7 holds Mark, Oh man now I’m dead.
But in this game theres a bounty on his head.
The Hawaiian hunk is in seat #8
So I type, hey Hukilau, gatorhb wants a date.
Ponygee was sitting in seat #9
In her profile picture her uniform looks mighty fine.
And in seat #10, our pal Ironside.
By his posts you can tell he is never tongue-tied

The game went on, and the big stacks traveled.
Some went on tilt, some came unraveled.
But the hand of the night was capped pre-flop
The limit on raises was why betting stopped.
The flop came 7-10-Jack, all of them spades.
It was capped again 7 people played.
The turn brought an Ace, a red one at that.
If everyone could they would have thrown in their hat.
The river card was another red Ace.
I imagined everyone had a smile on their face.
When the betting was done and the cards were shown.
Even Mike Caro's mind would be blown.
There were 7’s full, 10’s full and Jack’s full too.
Then came Ironside who turned over two Aces.
Oh how I wished that I could see all their faces.
But my turn was last and without delay,
I turned over the 8-9 of spades.
I could just picture the chips stacked high as an arm.
And that’s when I heard the morning alarm.