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The Game of Whot

Game that grabbed my time, When this was no crime; Now I'd a tree climb Or a drama mime: That of chef with thyme, Curse of plates with grime... But to "let's play Whot!" You won't hear a "What?" I still praise the game; From it hold back blame; It's clinched its own flame While long spread its fame... But to "we play stake" I could you call "snake!" Clean has to be pack, Then, pranks should be slack, Neat every touched card, Then, Fraud would be hard; Cards age with shuffles Smart eyes this ruffles: "Please, get us new pack or off I shall back... Who shall last card drop Until then, you don't stop! I can't forget Cross: Mostly caused my loss, I'd choose Triangle With game at angle; Feared I most the Stars While in life loved Stars; Circles and Squares same; Lots in your hand shame!

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Date: 5/2/2023 6:48:00 AM
intresting penning, don't know this game at all, nice reading
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