They that have monster hands but will not pay,
That do not play as tight as they might rate,
Who, stressing others, give nothing away,
Unphased, and impossible to bait;
They rightly use their big hands, stemming races,
And keep pots from becoming big too fast;
They alone control their poker faces,
Others just holding their chips ’til they’re passed.
The pocket rocket’s loved by all with chips,
Though aces are just always accidents,
But if a flush draw’s flopped or, worse yet, trips,
Off-suited seven-two could make more sense;
For biggest pairs are spoiled by rote play;
Aces busted suck worse than thrown away.