Crazy
My whole life consists of games, yet I have no face.
Kings and Queens get all the love, plus some guys named Ace.
In the middle of the deck, just another guy.
I’m a common number; it nearly makes me cry!
Shuffled and reshuffled, I feel so unwanted,
but there’s one occasion when I’m always flaunted. . . .
Holding me, they wait their turn until finally,
When no other card will do, happily they play me!
Then they call me crazy, though. I can’t understand
how I’m nuts if I am the best card in their hand!
But it feels so good just to hear them say,
“Crazy Eight” with so much glee,for I save the day.
Guess I’ll have to be content with my crazy nickname,
for at least at those few time, I can taste of fame.
For Paula Swanson's Contest: "Pick a Card, Any Card"
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