Tex T Sarnie
Well, What Can I Say? - Poem by Tex T Sarnie
I thought I had sat down with her just to play a game of cards
and hoped that I could eventually become the winner.
She proficiently dealt the cards and I played the ones I had,
and quickly discovered that she was no beginner.
She was so good, she must have played many times before.
I was so out of my league I couldn't even cheat.
Every card I played she had a counter and ruined my self-belief.
Before the game was even finished she had me well and truly beat.
But then unexpectedly and totally against the run of the cards
my luck changed, and I began to win the occasional game.
Or was she letting me win so I wouldn't lose interest?
I couldn't help but wonder, just what was her final aim?
I was emphatically out classed and couldn't understand her thinking.
Was she really only playing with me just to pass time?
Whatever the reason, this cat was blatantly toying with its mouse.
So, I had to ask her what was really on her mind.
She said that she just wanted to get to know me better and find the real me,
and playing cards was an excellent way of finding that out.
An opponent's character can be found throughout the course of playing several hands,
and the eyes, amongst other things tell about decisiveness and doubt.
I thought after losing and still being in a good frame of mind was in my favour.
So, I asked her if she had made any conclusions and what were her intensions.
She said, "I have enjoyed playing the game immensely.
We won't play again and there will be no further questions or explanations."
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