The young bet on clubs
And slowly lose their mind.
The grown bet on diamonds
And what they seek, they find.
The old bet on spades
And in time all follow suit.
For those who bet on hearts
Best be rich, or else be cute.
Yet I drew five jokers…
I’m either destined for greatness
Or I bet on too many clubs.
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Some of my friends are Hearts,
Full of love and kind and soft.
Other friends are Diamonds,
All rich and perfectly coiffed.
Some of my friends are Clubs
‘Cause they’re blunt and like to drink.
But I don’t yet know any Spades
Or anything relevant that rhymes with drink.
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There are 54 cards in a deck,
And only twelve are royalty.
I feel sorry for the folks
Who are stuck as a two or a three.
I wondered what card I was:
I’ve not the talent to be an ace,
And I’m really not a joker.
Would I ever find my place?
And then strolling down the sidewalk
I found eight diamonds on the ground,
So I sold them. Now I’m rich
And I don’t worry about this crap anymore.
The Queen of Clubs
And the Queen of Spades
Chatted as they
Put their hair in braids.
“How come,” they asked
“Aren’t we diamonds or hearts?
We represent tools
And bludgeoning parts.”
“I’m not unhappy,”
Said the queen of clubs.
“I represent parties,
And bars and pubs.”
But the Queen of Spades
Was not amused.
“For what good
Am I ever used?
“In a game of hearts I’m worth
All the other hearts combined.
I’m an old, dark-haired lady,”
The Queen of Spades whined.
Then in walked Jack Spade
Gazing with his one eye,
And when put in perspective
Everything felt alrigh’
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