Joker’s Deal

Joker’s Deal

I turned the top card from a pack

And placed the Joker on his back

I turned again, a King and Queen

Facing up to set the scene

Was me, the Jester of this game

With father, mother, Sire and Dame

So on I dealt and placed in state

Sires and dames, those more great

In silent rows laid by my whim

Staring faces deathly grim

Until the names and faces sank

To facedown generations blank

Row on row to times of yore

Older cards spread on the floor

Row by row by generation

A fool’s forebears took up station

Mustered for the joker’s sake

Ere top trump bids them wake

There they lie as in the grave

The honest worker with the knave

Speiring o’er the rows to glean

Wondrous deeds they’ve done or seen

Kind and loving with the cruel

All living yet now in the fool

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