World Champion Poker Player

‘Round a table sits a crowd,
all tryin’ not to be too loud.
One man sits with a stoic face,
On his lips no emotions trace.
Will he call or will he check,
Or will he raise to see the deck?
He sits all cool an’ calm,
Not a drop of sweat on his palm.
He has the hearted King an’ Ace.
With the flop, an eight, ten, Queen he does face.
All are hearts, ‘cept the eight;
Two cards left that determine fate.
On the “turn”, a hearted Jack does come,
All emotions does he numb.
He’s got it all, the Royal Flush,
But his opponents betting, he mustn’t hush.
The opponent calls the max to raise,
But this the player doesn’t faze.
He makes the call,
An’ waits the card to fall.
The “river” comes and brings a spade,
With that, he has it made.
There is no hope for another’s win,
The raise is called, an’ he moves “all in.”
They flip the cards and there’s no doubt,
He’s won it, all the others are out.