Two and fifty cards were placed into a pack,
Half of them were red and half of them were black.
When the pack was dealt the Kings began to cry
They knew they'd lose to aces and the Queens would qualify.
The ten was at the table counting out his tricks,
The Jack was in the dummy playing politics.
The nine was with declarer in the devil of a hand.
The awful distribution was not what he had planned.
The eight was quite nefarious as were the three and two,
All the missing numbers gave him far too much to do.
The robots at the table were laughing as they played,
You should have seen their faces when the contract made.
courtesy of Simon Westerman Tyler Hill BC