First comes the sprightly damsel Playingcard In garb fantastic spotted like the pard With Heart and Club and Diamond and Spade; Lightly she comes, poor unsuspecting maid She does not see how Bluebeard on the sly Plucks a Blue Hair, his carving-knife to try. The crime of Playingcard was brightening life. For that she dies -- bring on another wife! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW |