You Gotta Know
Deft hands of the dapper dude deal his diabolic deck,
does not delude the ditzy damsel dangling around his neck.
To his left, a docile doctor drones a dour ditty,
his mind designing death blows he'll deliver to the kitty.
To his right a dainty debutante dressed in delphinium blue,
escorting the local dragon master, with a bodyguard or two.
The oriental 'gentleman' sends for a towel and water dish,
then says to the dude, inscrutably, 'Let's go play fish'.
'Up the ante, Aunty', he announced in tone quite droll,
'Make no bones about it, Duke. I'm on a roll!'
© 2017 cherryk
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| This poem was written for the Ten Word Challenge,
This week's words:
Harvest - Equinox - Acorn - Foliage - Branches - Hues - Migration
- Growth - Frost - Gourd
* 10/10 Week - all ten words must be used in only ten
lines of verse.