And now, the end is near,
And so we greet the final table.
My Pard, I've filled with fear,
Despite the best, of which I'm able.

I've bid hands to the full,
When I'd no cards, there were inventions.
And more, much more than this,
Forgot conventions.

Bad boards, we've had a few,
And to be fair a few too many.
I'd bid my clubs three times,
Before believing you'd not any.

I planned and temporized,
With each new suit, the lies grew deeper.
Before I realized,
Passing was cheaper.

Yes there were times, you surely saw,
My raises stepped outside The Law.
And through it all, when there was doubt,
You doubled opps - I took it out.
I played them all and I stood tall,
And did it my way.

Going down by one or two,
I'm off by four, but hey who's counting.
We're last, the sessions through,
There goes your ranking, the tension's mounting.

To think I did all that,
And may I say - not in a shy way,
Through gossip and so much chat,
I chose the wrong play.

For what is a Trick, have you forgot ?
The more he bids, the less he's got.
Double with cards, he'd like to hold,
Only to find, their contract's cold.
The traveller shows I took the blows -
Don't do it my way.