A Game of Cards by Hans Lewis
The birds chirped loudly
The aroma of fresh cut grass filled the lawn
An evening tea to synchronise with the pleasant sun
A sudden breeze to shake the ambience
"You cheated", cried the unshaven man
Seated opposite, dandy, brushing his whiskers, calmly spoke,
The game was fair Mr. Terrorism
Your loss, once again displays your antagonism
I really don't understand, Mr Peace
King and queen were in my palm
The knight, being your only psalm.
After a slurp of tea, Mr Peace explained
You forget I possessed the card with a creative shade
And wise with my thoughts, I slammed it down,
The Ace of Spades.
The breeze had turned into a gale
I may have lost but have you paused to think, queried Mr. Terrorism
Pity for your scarred face,
I gave up my red cards for your existence
The rough wind sparked the cunning sky.
A settlement was called for
You deal the pack, said one to the other
The winner will have the card, which is higher
But it will not end there, added Mr. Peace, as he took the risk
Only the winner will smell the breeze
The storm had vanished
The guillotine blade snapped
A melancholy face of Mr. Peace on a bodyless head
A smirk highlighted the standing opponent
He pulled up his sleeve
The breeze travelled swifter
A card fell down, the smiling face of the joker
The birds chirped loudly as they returned home
Wow
ReplyDeleteI remember we were made to learn from this one in BMM.
I cant believe you wrote this
great