The Gambler

I've got a sweat on.

Four up and one to come.

I'm pacing up and down the room,

Hoping, praying the game ends soon.

Five minutes left of normal time,

My teams one nil up and playing fine.

I'm booking holidays in my mind,

And celebrating, with Champagne and wine.

I look at the clock, one minute left.

Just kick the bloody ball, into row Z.

But as we know, sometimes life is a bitch,

As the ball comes flying up the pitch,

Like it's being controlled by an evil witch

''Whats the defender doing''.

''Aw you stupid clown''.

''Don't try and tackle him in the box''.

''To late the strikers gone down''.

I look at the Ref, ''Aw you silly twat''.

As he pulls out a red card and points to the spot.

PENALTY.

I can't take the pressure.

 I cover my face with my hand.

It's then that I remember, my missing wedding band.

And as the ball hits the back of the net.

Closely followed by my losing bet.

I turn to my wife, and make her a promise,

Tomorrow I'm going to Gamblers  Anonymous.

Well I have to. I work there.