The King of Hearts goes marching now
To find the Ace of Diamonds;
The Kind of Spades goes creeping along
In search of his lovely queen.
The Ace of Hearts is flitting about
Spying on the deck,
While the Queen of Spades is flirting
With the Ace of her same suit.
Poor Jack of Hearts looks sadly on,
And so does the Hearts' Queen,
As the object of their affections
Becomes lost in his own dreams.
The Ace of Clubs wanders about
As the Jack of Clubs laughs and plays;
The Queen of Diamonds softly sighs
As her King looks for a new Queen.
The monarchs of the Clubs, to each other
They no longer speak.
A sad sight, thinks the Jack of Diamonds
And then away he creeps.
Bitterly, the Jack of Spades looks on
At the cards' charade.
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Crysta Coburn
Crysta K. Coburn has been writing award-winning stories her whole life. She is a journalist, fiction writer, blogger, poet, editor, podcast co-host, and one-time rock lyrics writer.
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