For a bit,
the French,
invited to a card do
on the other side of The Sleeve,
expected a game of bridge,
and got one of Vingt Et Un.
Trouble was
the English couldn't say it.
Vangtaytaah may have rhymed with potataah,
but pretty soon,
on their side of The Channel,
they were inviting the French to Pontoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem