by Kay Donnelly
Irish Coffee
I had my eye on you the very first night you joined
our club.
Suddenly Bridge had become more
interesting.
But how to attract your attention, that was the
problem.
Must develop a strategy,
Be ready for the night our paths would
cross,
As cross they must.
I took lessons in secret, learned a trick or two and
waited.
At last the night came when we met at table
six.
You were North and I was West,
Bidding like a demon, but you won the auction
:
Four Hearts—Vulnerable, Game on.
You finessed, you ruffed, you trumped,
But I had a trick or two up my sleeve.
Result, you were down one.
“You should have made the contract”
Your partner said.
I looked you straight in the eye,
“Bad break of the cards” I said,
‘I had all the hearts.’
Looking at me intently, for the first
time,
“Well Defended” you smiled,
“We must have a game some night soon.”
Mission accomplished,
Let the games begin.
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