The deck has already been dealt,
so we all must play our part.
Each suit a suitor for her hand,
bow to the Queen of Heart.
I foraged for flowers,
each Jack called “Wait in line”.
Brought bigger bouquets before her,
a little like mine but more fine.
I handed her a diamond cut,
she swapped it for a spade.
Tossed my ring with all the others,
I dug my hole & said “Well played”.
It looks like every Joker
has been removed from my pack.
I can’t hear anyone laughing
in this flimsy house card stack.
Maybe someday she will want my heart,
it’s more likely she will want my head.
Forget it – I imagine I’ll have more fun
with the sexy scullery maid instead.
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