They are also very funny
As a sometimes addict of games of patience I love this one
It also reminds me, obliquely, of a very bad poem I wrote called I wore pink at my husbands funeral
Modus Vivendi
Each night, as he played patience
she stood behind his shoulder
.
Jack on Queen, she would cry
just before he spotted it himself
.
How was it then, that she murdered him
rather than the reverse?
.
Some games have rules
which are difficult to understand
