The Canasta Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Canasta



The canasta

We played canasta, club 7 was missing lie on the floor,
but the rules where you couldn't pick it up invented by lawmakers
who had decided that one part should lose the game of power?
Millions of people protested their concern was not hidden as the system
was rigged to favour one and the missing card became irrelevant
or buried in page number five as a joke.
The card was picked up anyway and used as proof of false performance
since the man who picked up the 7th card was profoundly
argumentative he was wrong until proven right, they continued playing
with a missing card ignoring the consequences.
The rule is quite clear you can´t play canasta with a missing card.

Tuesday, December 15, 2020
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