Cards Poem by ally gunther

Three cards in a pack,
One too many to stack,
A red queen-
Red for now.
The black joker-
He hides.
And a black jack,
Shouldn't be,
But is,
Important enough to stack.

The red queen's at a loss,
Not a king in sight,
She's been out for so long,
Not enough saw her plight-
Or was it too much?
Her memory serves,
To forget.
And the black joker's in line,
Hopes to halt-
Her regret,
And be her only king.

Through and through,
Will he fight?
When the queen's red delight,
Turns to a black-suited plight.
And the egg-timer-
Ticks,
Delicately.

Such a vortex between,
The jack's views-
Through a screen,
Wants not the fame,
Of the title.

But to know,
That you glare,
Or was it just a quick stare?
…Well,
It matters not,
You can't see through your screen,
And we've finished our poker-
The faces away-
The cards are dealt.
And that's how they'll stay.

And the jack-
Best not stack,
There's two in this pack,
Til' the joker or queen,
Stabs a vice-versa
Back.

No good with a hole in the cards,
And the queen,
Won't comply to demands.

And to say that you'll try-
Well the deck all know why
The favourite to trump's not the jack,
The trick is too hard,
To take an extra card-
And the joker's the king,
Of the pack.

And with a flourish of hands,
The queen meets his demands,
The jack's bent and ripped,
The joker with a twist,
Kisses the hand-
Meets the lady's demands,
And lays out the rules,
Of both their lands.