A poem by Simon Tester
My Poker Apprentice
You marvelled at my reads
The judgements, the speeds
You fell under my wing
Like Queen to a King
You learned the cards quick
My secret bluffing trick
You listened hard
And studied all the cards
Then you saw you the fame
Then you saw the glory
Now you’re on your own
To write your own poker story
I gave you the skills that you have today
And lest we forget, I can take it all away.
The Story
This poem is about a friend I used to have who I trained in the art of poker. Being the founder of the TPT and a poker prodigy myself, I looked on those who were not as blessed with ability, and felt it appropriate to teach. He has now achieved considerable success in the sport but some argue he does not give enough credit to his master, mentor and role model.