Oh little sicky, seems to be the pain
Got all these herbs, don’t mean a fucking thing
I am the little witch, with the magic tricks
Mistrust the white house, come and get your fix
It’s not about the numbers, what you feel is real
Crystals, rays of light, the taste of orange peel
That’s a decent 17-count. I open 1
and this is what happens:
1234- 6-crd suit, exactly invitational
- Slam try
- Cue
- Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming
We don’t cue singletons in partner’s suit, so I could picture Kees with King-small in , AJ-6th in and possibly some useless red quack. Sometimes it’s so easy to count to twelve:
A perfect dream.
You might wonder why I didn’t splinter in 
to get my slam aspirations across. I thought any pointy King would make slam pretty much lay down. If Kees had something like a 2-3-2-6 with the 
King instead of the King, he can discard his loser on my Queen. But if I splinter in he might be unable to show it.
Surreal.