A Ducky, Pink Hued

Apr 24, 2007 6:31 pm Report Abuse

"A Ducky, Pink Hued" (to the tune of - A Boy Named Sue)

Now I’ve been a Railbird for a month or three
And as a Novice I was colored a dayglow green
Which was really just fine (if not the color that I might choose).
So I blogged and I played and I posted some pics
And before I knew it I'd been promoted a click
But I found I had turned this disturbingly pinkish hue."

The Prorails must o' thought it quite the joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
'Til it seemed I'd have to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd misfigure my odds
And some guy'd laugh and I'd set flame to his blog,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a duck pink hued."

But, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My game got hard and my wits got keen,
As I roamed from site to site to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and starz
That I'd search the forums and games and blogs
'Til I found the dirty bird who chose this color scheme.

Well, I was out on the web in mid-July
I was signed up and waitin' on a freeroll try,
And stopped by the good ol' Railbird chat room for a chew.
Among the usual folks and the usual buzz,
And the talk about Omaha, Razz and Stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that picked this hue

Well, I knew that snake was the colorblind twit
From his Railbird handle “The Fuschia Kid” ,
And his sissy pink icon and color he chose for his type.
In his pics he looked big and bent and old,
When I looked at him and my blood ran cold
But I typed in all caps: "PINK IS MY HUE!' HOW DO YOU DO?!
NOW YOUR HIDE IS MINE!!"

Then, I flamed him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a quip and cut off a piece of my pride.
So I made cracks ‘bout his girl, and his truck and his dogs
We crashed out o' the chat room and rolled into the blogs
A' kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the slurs and the jeers.

Now, I tell ya I've wrangled tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Then suddenly he LOLed and typed in a cuss,
He went for his thesaurus but I pulled mine first,
Then he paused an’ typed a simple iconic smile :]

And he said: "Son, you know Online Poker is rough
And if a bird's gonna make it, they better be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that color and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that shade of pink that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To go to your Freeroll, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before you go play,
For the gravel in yer bets and the spit in yer raise
Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that picked that hue."

I got all choked up and with tears on my face =.[...
I called him a Pro, and he called me an Ace,
And I came away with a different way to think.
And I remember him, every now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I’m ever Head Railbird, I think I’m gonna color them…
Orange or Chartreuse or any ol' thing but Pink!