BRIDGE FOR FUN

Subtitle

 

A CHRISTMAS DREAM
 
I had a Dream
 
That the Star of Bethelem was lost in red
 
and green lights
 
I had a Dream
 
That the Stable was filled with reindeer
 
and Santa was asleep in the hay
 
I had a Dream
 
That the white Christmas had turned green
 
with 10, 20 and 50 dollar bills
 
That Christmas was spelled x-mas and that
 
was supposed to have the same meaning
 
I had a Dream
 
That joy to the world meant no one was
 
killed today
 
When i awoke from my dream
 
Christ had ben born
 
There was a brigth Star in the east
 
and Christmas had no "X" in it
 
There was peace on earth and people of all
 
nationalities were one
 
I had a Dream
 
BY PAUL TRACY
 
 
Bridge Poem:
 
To bid, or not to bid?...   that is the question...
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous partners,
Or to take arms against a sea of doubles,
And by opposing end them?
 
To bid,  to pass?
No more; and by a pass to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural points
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a contract
Devoutly to be wish'd. To bid, to pass?
 
To stall, perchance to dream: aye, there's the sub!
For in that sleep of hope what subs may come
When we have discarded off this mortal deck,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the bids and scorns of time,
 
The partner's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised bridge, the bid's delay,
The insolence of bidding and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy makes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a rare bidding, who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary lie,
But that the dread of something after play,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bid those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
 
Thus conscience does make partners of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great bids and moments
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Partner!, in thy 'orisons may
Be all my sins remember'd!
You can always see more cards than I alone!
 
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Capitulation

I'm giving up bridge- Tonight's my last night

It's amen to Staymen, I give up the fight.

The insults and muddles are giving me troubles

And I can't sleep at night for thinking of doubles.

 

My cards are all rotten and I have forgotten

Who's played and what's trumps and what's gone on my right!

 So for now it's all over- I'm off to the back wood

I'm bidding good-bye to Gerber and Blackwood

 

I can't stand the hassle, I can't stand the pain

I'm getting those bad cards again and again.

So I'm giving up bridge- Tonight's a bad night.

Declarer is horrid and nothing's going right.

 

My partner's a dope and I'm losing all hope.

And when s/he says “double” I know we're in trouble.

My points are not high and I'm wondering why

S/he kept on bidding right up to the sky.

 

We're in seven spades and all my hope fades

When surprise,surprise, the high bidding pays!

We're winning all tricks, the defenders feel sick,

And I have to admit my partner's a brick

 

But I'm giving up bridge- Tonight's my last night.!

Farewell to conventions- I give up the fight?

So I leave with few words but some that are true,

Bridge is a game- not for me but for you.

 

So be kind to your partners and don't mind their cheek.

For it's only a game- Oh! Yes. I'll see you next week

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