Not malice,
Not melancholy,
And, not flabbergasted
You shall always be thee
To me, you are you
I cannot, change the gears
Of a stable auto
And, that be nothing else
If what I see, is not what it is
Then you are an unknown
And so shall the things, I will do be worthless
Only, by a chance you will be pleased
In my ability, all means will be once attempts, and again
If not, I will consider it not done
For my efforts would have served vain
And, the lose be of the game
As, the rules were not mine to break
If I could, I will be happy
But now, that I could not
Doth not mean, I am an idiot
These cards, were complicated
In my hand, it was only the big cards.
The smalls, were against me,
Found in the hands of my opponent
