The little card looked smug at the proposition,
She was the joker for the game.
Now she could be anything she wanted,
She could take up any name.
Patiently she waited, for her turn to come,
Till she could not wait any further.
When she was placed with the king of hearts
On one side and the knave on the other.
She felt like jumping up and down,
She was scared she would scream,
For being the queen of hearts,
Was beyond her wildest dreams.
How was she supposed to conduct herself?
She'd never been royalty before.
So she tried to emulate what the others did,
No one could have done more.
Now, as the luck of the draw would have it,
The queen of hearts herself came.
Knocking her off her precious place,
Reminding her it was part of the game.
Along with the commoners she waited,
Wondering where she'll end up and how.
Though she had never been placed higher before,
She never felt lower than she did now.
Two other queens soon came that way,
Did they give her a disdainful glance?
She turned her eyes away in shame,
Remembering bitterly, her lost chance
But they called out to the queen of hearts,
And took her along as they went;
Now, the king and knave were left stranded,
And to fill the gap she was sent.
Here she was back in her place of pride,
But now the exhilaration had ceased;
For now she knew the profound truth,
They could make or break her as they pleased.