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A Poem About the Game of 42 © Cowboy Christian 2008 (Reprinted with permission) One game I often play With a few other friends of mine To pass along a longer day Yes, it steals away the time! Texas Forty-two, it's called Rules are simple too Only play a hand or two, that's all For me to teach you Forty-two! Two people may the partner claim 42 is the name of the game! One first rule every man should know: With a hand, grab three, and a hand grab four To give you seven dominoes You won't need less, you won't need more. To quote my Daddy, and his before Right down to the last hand of tricks "Only idiots bid a score: Fives without the double and six!" Two people may the partner claim 42 is the name of the game! On the perk is a coffee pot With some blackness, bad and strong. To sharpen the mind a little (or a lot) Yes, to encourage fun and laughter long! To start the rules, there's seven tricks Rate them by numbers in a suit and count, then call, On the dominoes you picked Forty-two points in all Two people may the partner claim 42 is the name of the game! On the shaker's left, the first bidding falls With thirty being the least to begin, The highest bidder wins trumps to call. Yet only the bidder must end with the win To follow suit (the heaviest side) Really is how the game is done Only remember, you're on your partner's side For when ALL is spelled, that team has won Two people may the partner claim 42 is the name of the game! ~ ~ ~ Note: This poem is copyrighted material and may not be
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