The Gin Rummy Mummy

I once crossed paths with mummy,
Who was obsessed with the game of gin rummy

He sat at a table,
and told me a fable,
about how he was once young and able

full of life he once walked the land,
until he was tricked by an old woman and her sleight of hand

beat me in rummy, she had said
or you will walk for eternity among the dead

Now I stand staring at a mummy,
His brittle fingers and his empty tummy

Care to play, he asked
As he fanned his cards with dead hands from the past

Yes I replied, but there must be regulations,
And practical stipulations,
with life changing implications

The cards were dealt and the game begun,
And soon enough the hand was won

but who was victorious you might ask,
me; or the man with the linen mask

My advice, don’t play gin with a mummy

Or you will be the next one to sit down at the table,
And tell the fable,
Of how your were once young and able