Here is a spin on classic, awful limerick:
There was a young man from Paris (“pair-EE”)
With such an awful sense of finish (“fin-EE”)
That his poetry tended
To always be ended
And so it is with poker tournaments.
Have you ever stood near the exit area of a poker tournament? As players pass through, each one searches for a friendly face to approach. “Listen to this… I had [any two cards, really] and [blah blah blah… your friend isn’t really paying attention] and I’m out. Can you believe it?”