The Card Table
My mah jongg buddies came today
(We’re 5 if all are able)
And thus it was my turn, as host,
To prep the folding table.
It mostly lives behind my bed,
Its metal legs tucked in,
Where it just sits and gathers dust
Until the games begin.
We play but once a month and then
We rotate where we meet
And when the table’s center stage,
The set-up is complete.
The game is over, friends have gone;
The table’s bedroom-bound,
All folded up and tucked away
Until the next go-round.
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