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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Declared debris? ... O' woe is me! I am a just a chubby club of three.. Beyond the two, ... before the four Not the card I hoped to be If I could choose, I'd be much more! I’d wear a crown, and be the king But, what the heck….the deck is stacked! A crying shame…to have a name that holds no pride, and sad effect is that I hold no claim to fame! Even twos get twice the fame! Just plain ole’ me.. Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten, I’m hardly worth a chip to bet Just a three of clubs…and chubby too A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! … A plain old three of clubs I am And I get snubbed, at poker games No one really cares for me They toss me in among the crowd Of royalty and joker smiles Ace defends his rightful place Dueces often party wild! I shuffle in, in lower case Get pushed around the dealer’s place Those sevens poke their hearts and spades Into my face! It's a disgrace! A racist bunch! … Why must it be? The diamonds sparkle in the light Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me The hearts, in fact, get all the love Old Jack, the leader of the pack hangs out with only rowdy spades The odds are stacked against my name Even when I’m old and gray I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed, And while they play their poker game Some day they’ll use me as a peg Folded over several ways To fix that wobbly table leg! ______________________________________________________ Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
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