I built a house of cards; fragile, fun. But it wasn’t real.
I thought you were a King.
You are a Knave.
But thanks for playing.
You made me laugh, when I thought I couldn’t. You inspired me to take a chance even though I had no ambition to win. You shoved me back into the pack, which pushed me to join Clubs again.
And even when you played the Joker, you were the Ace up Fate’s sleeve.
The only problem is while your final hand was Spades full of Diamonds, I was betting Hearts, and lost to the house.