Oh, the tragedy!
As one betrays the other,
Forging allies with siblings,
To defeat your own mother!
'Tis not bloodshed that dwells this war!
Nor is it treachous backbiting,
It is the feeling of triumph for,
Which each individual is fighting
Sisters betraying each other,
Forging allies with cousins who promise them success
Betrayal runs rampant in this room
In the winning process
Look, thee! Over yonder!
A sly little smile
Oh who would have thought our little brother
Would be so vile?
Alas, he slams his hand on the table,
A card underneath.
"Uno," he whispers, barely audible
The whole room is shocked by his feat.
