Leave your shoes by the door,
Leave your pants on the floor.
Leave your shirt on the hook,
Leave your socks near that book.
Leave your hat on the rack,
Leave your undies on black.
Spin, roulette wheel, spin!
You won new underwear!
What are you eating under there?
Underwear?
Oh wait, it’s just a Reuben
Prepared by a groovy Cuban
On the casino’s propane grill,
So can the Pit Boss please chill?
Spin, roulette wheel, spin!
You won new underwear!
“What kinda joint pays debts in undies?
If they weren’t so stylish I think I would shun these.”
So said the churlish grump
Or was it just a girlish chump
Who’d had a large Reuben for lunch
And then two more for brunch?
Spin, roulette wheel, spin!
You won new underwear!
But what if you lose that lucky spin
And your undies, too? Well, what then?
Use your Reuben to cover yourself,
And make a toast to the dealer’s good health.
Sometimes a kind dealer will loan you a pair.
Then bet them again on black, if you dare.
Spin, roulette wheel, spin!
Tho’ when it comes to betting undies, does anyone really win?
This really picks up where Shelley left off. Well done.