Robert Edgar Burns
What Am I Doing? - Poem by Robert Edgar Burns
Current Events: This is what Congressmen
have been photographed doing on
computers recently during debates!
Put the black ten on the red jack,
Then cover with a red nine!
There are seven piles a-waiting,
To be shrunk to four with time.
A red queen on a black king,
A mixing of the races.
They are figures from history,
Just look at all their faces!
If you want to reach the top
You need first to find your aces.
Then on top of that you drop
Kings to cover those four spaces.
Then follow that all in suit
Till you’d reach the number one.
Don’t let it shock you when you find
Of that number there’s simply none!
I play this often when I’m dressed,
But more often when I’m bare.
What am I doing here you ask?
Why friend, it’s solitaire!
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