The Joker and the Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts is dead and gone
By her hand she was slain
The Prince stands like a statue
Quietly crying in the rain
Work calls to the ruler
Like the lyres to the bards
As the King takes on the task
Of informing the other cards
Two looks on in horror
Of the bloodshed that was wrought
Three sreams out to heaven
'Everything's for naught'
Four sits in a corner
And sadly hangs his head
Five now wishes with all his heart
That he was also dead
Six can barely hang on
He will really miss the Queen
Seven sees her spirit
As he can see more than is seen
Eight runs to the forest
And cries beneath a tree
Nine stares out forlornly
But he knows the Queen is free
Ten retreats to darkness
And will not show his face
That leaves one last card...
The little lonely Ace
Ace will know the story
He will search and seek and find
Nothing will deter him
Or ever change his mind
The story that he found out
It can be told like this
It involves a handsome lover
And our stunning Queen of bliss
There was a man of high degree
Funny, smart, and quite a looker
And though it was degrading
His mother named him Joker
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poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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