
A speaker asks why Flora always holds the queen of hearts when they play cards. Repeated shuffling and attempts to cheat leave the speaker baffled, wondering whether skill, craft, luck, or natural affinity explains her advantage.
By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Poetry, Humor · 291 words
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we / Play cards together, you invariably, / However the pack parts, / Still hold the Queen of Hearts?
I've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze, / Resolved to fathom these your secret ways: / But, sift them as I will, / Your ways are secret still.
I cut and shuffle; shuffle, cut, again; / But all my cutting, shuffling, proves in vain: / Vain hope, vain forethought, too; / That Queen still falls to you.
I dropped her once, prepense; but, ere the deal / Was dealt, your instinct seemed her loss to feel: / "There should be one card more," / You said, and searched the floor.
card games · cheating · luck · light verse
The Queen of Hearts is listed on Textopian as a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti, dated Date unknown.
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