In dim-lit rooms where bluffs were king,
Cards flipped fast with a hopeful swing.
Eyes met screens, hearts raced with flair,
Online poker's grand affair.
But now the bots sit, cold and keen,
Calculating
odds, unseen,
No
tells to read, no blinks, no sweat,
Just perfect plays, a sure-fire bet.
AI learns each subtle cue,
Masters bluffs and tactics too.
Where once was heart, now cold, precise,
Numbers rule the roll of dice.
The chat grows quiet, jokes fade thin,
Gone the thrill of human grin.
No rival's sigh, no nervous glance,
Just algorithms in a dance.
So raise a glass to days gone by,
When bluffs were bold, stakes ran high.
For soon the chips will fall alone,
Robots ruling every throne.