Cards On The Table Poem by Phil Soar

My cards were on the table, but my hand was pretty poor
I'd gambled that she'd buckle, and I'd walk out of the door
But I had not imagined that she'd played this game before
She took my legs from under me, and I fell to the floor

My Jack was in my pocket and I'd aced the queen I thought
And then she played her master plan, and I was truly caught
She held her joker in her hand, and laid her hand face down
And when i turned them over, all that I could do was frown