Grandma's Shuffle Chaos

Cards fly, chaos in the air. Paper storms and metal glare.

Shuffle rage, the table screams. Every draw fuels broken dreams. We sit around

this battlefield of fate. Hands and feet decide our state. But then it

hits, the cursed sight. Grandma's shuffle, pure delight. Torn in half,

the deck's undone. 52 cards lost, not one. Clashing piles, a stormy sea.

The chaos reigns, it's destiny. Grandma's shuffle! The pile's on fire,

the cards collide. Grandma's shuffle! The rules are gone, nowhere to hide.

Hands and feet, in war we trust. From order to ashes,