The Tridge Player An intrepid adventurous gamester Endowed with sharp cerebral synapses, To tackle a novel collection Of royals, knaves and knights, The long and the short. Aligned in that critical order Of troops wearing their suits, Either forwards or backwards To comply with ancient tradition. He shuffles and skilfully shunts Those triple pictorial threesomes, To position the fixed and the floating Or to anxiously await their arrival, When play is gleefully chanted Or his whisper announces a pass. In battle he cunningly must Without trepidation or fear Trump, trick, trawl or tame, Those double defending lieutenants Composing the other two sides of the triangle That visually block his victory path. Triple, single or double, whatever the multiple Of that fund and its bountiful widow, Concern not his devilish disregard With implausible lapses in bidding. Or else he'll surely incline To divide the might of the foe, By the capture of sabres and logs That surrender the chalice and gold. Devoid of high calibre armour Awaits the general scarcity of will, to announce that minimal effort that by the opposite route, the summit can also surmount. Unlike the state of abundance when By holding all but a few He ponders and halts at the sixth Before he announces the action That the limit he'll seek to achieve.