Across the table from the joker
In a friendly game of poker
Hearts and spades and diamonds, clubs
Calling all these jokers' bluffs.
Seems we all have things in mind
Keep three Queens and toss the nine
Kept the Jack; now hit me once
Takes me back a couple months
When they hit me with the news
Of the Kingdom I could lose
As I barely raise the card
Saw a Q and then a heart
After all the losing streaks
Turning minutes into weeks
Finally justify the means
Preordained Quadruple Queens
All these jokers with a grin
And here I am... about to win
Fan the cards across the smile
Push my chips into the pile
Raise you everything I got
Risk it all by twelve o'clock
Now who'd like to call it bluff?
You can call it what you want
Turn the cards; reveal thy faces
Murdering your Kings and Aces
You came close but failed to touch
Whirl-pooled by a Royal Flush
Toss my hand upon the pile
Sorry jokers, Jacks are Wild.
P.X
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh! very nicely composed my friend..........made me to get lost in a game of poker....................