ok, i told you i'd make another one, so here it is... it just goes to show that there are some morons out there who think a pretty face won't tell a secret. whatever. this is officially my gambling poem. I thought of it while playing a slot machine lol.... yeah. well here. "My Secret" I'm betting my fates And playing the cards right. Getting 4 kings straight, My luck is in sight. I lay them down on the table And announce my winnings. I'm glad I am able To get 'em in the beginning! As I collect my chips And let the lady cash it all in, She says "Sir, youre in for a kick, $7,000! how did you win?" I tell her my story first, And how I begun, From way back when my mom gave birth To her only gambling son. I did not think that such a beautiful soul Would tell anyone my secret. No, not anyone at all! We promised not to tell, but she told it. Thirty minutes later, and safe at home, I heard sirens wail. I believe I am done, And think of how I had failed. I told her my secret. (I really want to bail!) Oh, how I do regret, Now that I am in jail!!!