the bridge game

Two old ladies sitting at a table
Neither young and neither able
But playing bridge needs no agility
Only a certain mental ability.
Said one to the other, "My friend,
We've been pals from beginning to end.
We've shared our homework and our toys
And even fought over pimply boys.

Now, here we are all wrinkled and old -
three hearts if I may be so bold -.
Each week we sit here playing this game,
But I'm darned if I can remember your name.

I'm in rather a nasty tizz,
So, please can you tell me what it is?"
The other looked startled and and sat for a bit
Looking as if she'd taken a hit
of something more than a glass of wine.

"My name?" she asked. "Just mine?"
She paused, looking this way and that,
Adjusted her scarf, resettled her hat.
Then she muttered, cheeks all aglow,
"My dear, how soon do you need to know?"