Drop the less obvious, the cryptic clue;
I expect that from others, not from you.
Your talent is to give it to me straight;
Which is why you remain my friend and mate.
So please, no subtle hints, no secret code;
My kind of game is where all hands are showed.
Discreet intimations just leave me cold;
I need the direct, the up-front, the bold.
Inklings and whispers are no solid base;
Give me the whole truth in front of my face.