The challenge from OSP on Monday was to attempt a High Octain, which is a double version of an ordinary/low Octain. Its a new poetry form, created by Luke Prater. I had the honour of him taking a Low Octain I had written, in a local dialect fashion, and giving some constructive critisism and ideas of how to improve the effort. So here we go, never one to forsake a challenge, I have produced this effort in the hope that it is somewhere close to the form required. The title is a play on words and should make the subject matter fairly obvious.
The race began, much like the last,
Some players old, some players new,
Novices play and make their debut,
Table the stage, players the cast,
Rail was set, awaiting first bet,
Action came thick, Action came fast,
Of limpers there were, only a few
The race is on, aim to outlast.
The race is on, chips are amassed,
Short stacks will shove, as if on cue,
Blinds stolen amidst latest coup,
Final table, bubble passed,
Making the cash, do nothing rash,
Taking it down, rail is aghast,
Standing so proud, champion new
Race won, opponents outclassed.
There are a few instances where poker terminology is used.
Rail: The audience in a live game.
Limper: A player who only calls the Big Blind.
Blind [big and small]: Forced bet at the start of every hand, raising as time passes.
Short Stack: Player with hardly any chips left.
Bubble: The point where you make the money in a tournament
I hope I did the form and myself justice here.
You can be the judge of that.