If you on roulette,
Would bet,
Thinking you might gain,
You'll surely suffer pain,
As from the Devil to the house is sent,
An edge of 2.7 percent
But if you this would understand,
You'd know that maths is often underhand,
So you will the house's sting not see,
Until from you they've got their fee,
But it by then will be too late,
As you'll be in a losing state.
But if you can,
See a game plan,
You yourself some pain will save,
No matter how the adverts rave,
For roulette being a mug's game,
Is avoided by the sane.
So the game plan, forget the tips,
Just five two buck chips,
Wagered on each spin,
In the hope you'll win,
Means each spin your aaction is ten bucks,
And that's from where the house its profit sucks.
For after just one hundred spins,
Is often where the pain begins,
For with action of a thousand bucks,
Maths the money plucks,
Because at 2.7 percent.
You twenty seven bucks the house has lent.
So even if your luck does choose,
To say you do not lose,
Maths says you are in hock,
So it in time your luck must block,
Making sure its harmony,
To you is agony.
So at fifty spins an hour,
The house your money will devour,
At a rate of thirteen bucks fifty,
Which to the house is nifty,
As to a table full of folk like you,
The house can in your face say "Moooo."
But if we a thousand spins the figure take,
We'll know what the house must make,
As the computation,
For ten thousand bucks of action,
Means they from you two hundred and seventy must take,
With their croupier's rake.
For it is a lie,
To say we can math's harmony deny.
As always after time,
The figures must again be fine,
And as Lady Luck can't the universe deny,
She in the end must make you cry.
But now, spare a thought for our friends the Yanks,
As the percentage Vegas upwards cranks,
And on each wheel you'll find the zero twice By George,
So Vegas can itself on profits gorge,
But they will not to Vegas go,
Those who his Lordship Common-Sense would know.
MPM
