Four sit down with four different ways.
Fifty two cards decides whose the best.
The fair fight starts right from commencing,
Points are thrown and trash is tossed.
They null their suits and rid their toppers.
Lest the debris some they catch,
With the evil black queen they all dread.
Soon all are injured and one slightly fine.
No codes are traded, no handshakes are made,
A contract bounded by a scorecard glance.
It’s three against one, fine to win,
Only unfair against the would-be victor.
Sacrifices are made, stars are aimed.
Subtle tricks done to prevent the loss.
But just a betrayal, points diverted,
The limit is crashed and there it ends.
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