Queen of Spades
Opera Star locked in death
Suicide laughs at the gambler’s fate.
Queen of spades steals his last breath.
Tchaikovsky’s opus gets a high rate.
Intelligence befalls the Queen of Spades.
Good luck is not in her game.
Gamblers, hustlers, and barmaids
Know misfortune’s historic acclaim.
There is in love no heart for her.
Suitors avoid her at every cost.
Paupers, bankers, friends or strangers
Bad luck befalls and the game is lost.
Her epitaph must surely say,
“She Partied Every Night.”
Money lost as the gambler’s play.
In laughter, her ghost takes flight.
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