I used to only gamble at the racetrack, because I felt as if I had an advantage…it wasn’t pure chance…I mean, I could see which horse was a winner just by looking at its eyes and whether or not it was fed diuretics by its trainer.

But, then I became bored and broke and one evening on a wet curb, I witnessed a hailstone fall directly onto an ant.  It died.  Not two seconds later, another ant arrived and carried it off.   I had a double epiphany:  

1.   Gambling needeth not money.

2.  You can bet on anything.

 ODDS THIS POEM WILL AFFECT YOUR CHOICE OF DINNER TONIGHT…20:1.