"Hold 'em sweetie,"
these words, husky and sultry beneath her breath,
fell from scarlet lips now welcoming a Gibson.
Her voice, stature, and enameled fingernails suggested
wisdom earned and well worth heeding.
How then did she so often lose her hand?
Long after the teardrop diamonds framing her perfect chignon
were gone, her words and sweet perfume lingered on.
In love and poker, always play your cards close to your chest.
PAD 4: Hold that...irony