Whose Rules?
The answer, dear boy, is that the pack is always shuffled wrong.
(By a sharper? Perhaps.)
The Queen is always in the opponent’s hand, and can usually trump your trick.
If it’s a game, you lose. But supposing it’s not a game?
Supposing — it just might be true, dear boy — supposing there’s rather more serious business afoot,
And that you come into it, as muddy hindrance or slippery help:
Can you really complain if you’re told rather sharply
To speak up, sit down, breathe deeply, or drop dead?
(By a sharper? Perhaps.)
The Queen is always in the opponent’s hand, and can usually trump your trick.
If it’s a game, you lose. But supposing it’s not a game?
Supposing — it just might be true, dear boy — supposing there’s rather more serious business afoot,
And that you come into it, as muddy hindrance or slippery help:
Can you really complain if you’re told rather sharply
To speak up, sit down, breathe deeply, or drop dead?