Kings of wealth, Queens of beauty and cunning Jacks,
With Aces so capable, calling the shots in the racks.
An ordinary number is just another waiting in the move,
The poor thing is a tremble, when its all push and shove.
The bets are high and the calling loud,
All numbers want to pass in the Kings shroud.
The Kings and the Aces keep their own company,
A number is ordinary and just too many.
Then there is the Joker, looking like a fool,
Laughing silly, sitting out of the duel.
The rating is precise and causes quite a ruffle,
Till the time the pack gets another shuffle.
It’s a house of cards alright, but never a home,
A slight breeze and its all over and blown.
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