When we have something up our sleeve
For a pack with extra hearts replete
Will hide from view a gross deceit.
No qualms to show all open-handed
One moment and the suit's disbanded
A happy sum of Clubs and Spades
And Diamonds, and the Hearts seem staid.
But he, who erstwhile had the aces,
Will find the cards have altered places.
While one, who's barely joined the game,
Stacks all the trumps against his name.
A lot depends upon the draw
And fifty-two's a year-long score;
Diamonds may be a girl's best friend
But Hearts will triumph in the end!
Written in 1983
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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