As I'm running late tonight, and it's actually early Saturday, I will simply present yet another little poem from my youthful archives...(perhaps one of these days, I'll try my hand at writing poetry again, but probably not riddles like this one...).
A Riddle
No royal flushes would there be
if I were not around
And royal Arthur long ago
would not a kingdom found
No gluttons would there be
if it were not for me
All business would get out of hand
And endless war would plague the land
If I were not allowed to stand
What am I?
I'll give the answer tomorrow, but I sense it won't be all that difficult to figure out.
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