Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #82

The Betting Pool Is Empty
by Belinda Roddie

The betting pool is empty because we
have spent all our money on so many
bets. It started with a bet on how long
Jake could stand on his head (I won seven
dollars for that). Then the stack got bigger
when we bet on relationships, like the
one Greg and Lily had - they lasted two
years, and Jordan got one hundred for that.
The green's been slipping out from between our
greasy fingers - a fifty for how fast
I could chug a gallon of milk. A fat
three hundred for a chicken wing eating
contest. Then thousands somehow disappeared,
maybe because we bet on sports this year.

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