The swish of cards laid upon the deck
A subtle craning of the neck.
A swift hand cloaked in deceit
To acquire what on does seek.
Eager eyes flicking from side to side
Who knows what the other may hide?
A sudden “Caught” is called out
The unsuspecting offender, called a lout.
A quick signal, someone calls a “Kent”
Of this game, that is the end.
As the victors celebrate their victory
The losers, they are history.
This game, it is so roitous
Almost mimicks the sound of a vigorous coitus.
There are people who are big cheats
Finding them, gives the game it’s heat.
This is called the game of cards
To be played even by retards.