Four of us are in your field
But our differences keep us at yield

First, a one that is no fool
Though he resembles a gardener's tool

Next, one difficult to split in two
And a girl once had one as big as her shoe

Then, to the mind, one's a lovely bonder
And truancy makes it grow fonder

Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Knowing all this, what are we?

All the four suits inclusive of a deck of playing cards.

Posted by K Sengupta on 2007-03-16 09:58:05