Solitaire

When life is dull and boring,

And your mind is full of snoring,

And your sanity has lost it’s mooring,

We turn to solitaire.

It’s a stupid little game

Of cards. though having fame

The hobby is still rather lame.

The hobby of solitaire.

And now I’ll announce this:

(Correct me if I miss)

No one has fun in the abyss

Of desperation called solitaire?

Maybe when you were five,

And the game was so alive!

So fresh and new, the jive!

The jive of solitaire.

And so this poem ends.

Did it have a point? Depends

On how your viewpoint bends.

Now I’m leaving, for solitaire.