Brain Game

There is a great game all will like to play, Played so cunningly,some try to avoid; When it pass us by,hardly we say nay, For it seems our head,have become so void. Meticulously one has to adhere, To all it's command when thy cards are set; But if thou falter,bid thyself to hear, From gambling masters,in thy dream had met. Forbid not thy heart if it wish return, Back to make amends in alacrity; Strikingly stupendous shall be thy turn, All shall marvel at such pomposity, For rambunctiously thou have make a name; And thou hast poignantly played the brain game.