Some say a man who plays gin rummy
must be bored or else a dummy.
What a waste of time and mind
trying to find three of a kind.
Yes, but there’s the same suit run.
Oh, they smirk, that sounds like fun.
Those that don’t play find it shocking,
sitting, shuffling, all night knocking.
Finally, someone yells out "Gin!"
Then it all begins again.
Real men fix cars, work in yards.
Desperados fall to cards.
Life must be a real train wreck
if one’s heart lies in the deck.
Players, though, say that’s not true,
citing reasons, fifty-two.
Kings and Queens sit at their table.
Top that, Jack, if you are able.