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’
The Daily Travesty 