Solitaire Poem by John Updike
Solitaire
Black queen on the red king,
the seven on the black
eight, eight goes on the nine, bring
the nine on over, place
jack on the queen. There is space
now for that black king who,
six or so cards back,
was buried in the pack.
Five on six, where's seven?
Under the ten. The ace
must be under the two.
Four, nine on ten, three, through.
It's after eleven.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
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4/26/2024 4:18:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
ya... that's life, mostly the wrong numbers, in the wrong order... Updike is great!