Poker Night

Important beyond the poker and cards,

the money and hands;

are tumblers and nibbles

in wicker-clad bowls,

with chips and dips,

and flavour-full crisps.

Also, the wine,

the beer and cake;

how could we bet

if our stomachs were lean?

Or if our plumped tongues

were too parched to call?

Sated, we play;

there's Cerys and Dave,

his Helen and then Liam,

and me the good host.

So through the night,

we flush as we bluff,

pairing and running,

three-of-a-kind,

corralling our chips,

until the baize folds to gold,

and glutton has gilded

our stomachs and our eyes.