A Ten-Gallon Topple

The derrick was tall, a blue-and-red sight,
Held up by ego and separatist might.
Keith held his breath as he placed the last King,
While Eva kept cheering, “It’s a beautiful thing!”

But Big Tex leaned in with a confident huff,
To brag that their tower was sturdy and tough.
His ten-gallon hat caught a breeze from the door,
And the “House of APP” tumbled down to the floor.

The Aces went flying, the book hit the rug,
As Eva gave Keith a “What happened?”-style shrug.
No motions or filings could stop the big spill,
As their “sovereign” dreams took a very fast hill.