There’s one more piece left. It has me in a sweat.
I can’t help but feel that this might be a test.
Does he want it? Does she want it? I don’t want to be seen as a bandit.
So I sit here staring, glaring.
I’m hoping someone will stop me from daring.
Everyone chatters, they must all be full.
But I’m looking around not knowing the rules.
Trying to pretend I don’t see the last jewel.
What could they say, there’s just one more left.
Alright! I’m going for it! Shit, it just fell down my vest.