What you're about to read resulted from sixty minutes of frustration, dark humor and an ounce of weed. I don't play any musical instrument, otherwise I'd have sung this to a catchy tune.
Gather round and hear the ballad
Of the greatest poker player
He loves cards and tossing salad
And you know his name is GrailerArrogant and tilt resilient
He's the best on the whole planet
His thought process is so brilliant
You can't ever understand itWhen you challenge him for heads-up
He'll say he's too good to play you
Then after pulling his pants up
He'll call seven-deuce for value[chorus]
Grailer, Grailer, don't you worry
For this song will tell your story
All the poker world will know
Before whom they have to bow!We're unworthy of his presence
Praising him is what we live for
Maybe his play does not make sence
Based on sixth sence, not real infoStill he claims to know what skill is
We wish to become his scholars
Grailer failed the fifty bucks quiz
He plays poker with two dollarsSome folks say that he's just trolling
Some prefer humiliation
Sing along and help extolling
His brave bluff against a station[chorus]
Such willpower, such devotion
Grailer's play's based on emotion
Your mean comments make him weep
As he cries himself to sleep
:f_thumbsup:
