Playing Solitaire Poem by Phil Soar

I sat alone and placed my cards face down
I turned the last ones over and I frowned
And then I realised I was alone
Playing solitaire away from home

The room was not what I’d call worth five stars
Though Trip Advisor almost went that far
Note to self: Don’t trust that site again
It’s not that good when it begins to rain

No other place to go for staying dry
But sitting all alone could make you cry
Unless of course you can play solitaire
You find it on your laptop sitting there

Waiting for some chump to log onto
That place where there’s a welcome game or to
At times when there is nothing else to do
Playing solitaire to get you through