Lucky at Cards...
It's luck, or fate, or destiny;
Just call it what you will.
The cards that fall, I know them all;
There's few can match my skill.
But dealing with the fairer sex,
Whatever game is planned,
No matter how the deck is fixed,
I hold the losing hand.
~0~
When checking safe house operatives,
To learn where traitors are;
I guarantee it won't be me
Romancing at the bar.
Two girls, three men, don't count the odds,
I know the final score.
While friends get close and comfortable,
Yours Truly guards the door.
~0~
Or one night out in Hammelburg,
A pleasant interlude;
A pretty face, a warm embrace,
Till German thugs intrude.
I cannot simply leave her there
To face the foe alone;
My sympathy's misplaced, alas,
She'd like our cover blown.
~0~
A planned nocturnal rendezvous,
I take the Guv'nor's spot.
I'm hoodwinked by a female spy,
High risk of getting shot.
My new accommodation,
A Gestapo prison cell
And insult adds to injury;
She wants my mates as well.
~0~
And even when I volunteer
To broadcast and betray,
A second twist, I can't resist
False stories meant to sway.
Untangling truth from lies which add
A gorgeous bird, a tear,
I find becomes impossible,
Though other risks are clear.
~0~
After these adventures
You would think, perhaps, I've learned;
Love's not for me, repeatedly
I get my fingers burned.
But...hope trumps expectation
And my luck could change one day.
I'd hate to miss that one rare time
When aces land my way...
~0~
Author's note: refers to events in "The Flame Grows Higher", "Sticky Wicket Newkirk", "How to Catch a Papa Bear", and "Is There a Traitor in the House?".