![]() Trump SeasonA Poem by B-poetNo more innuendos Misleading me away from What’s credible As I use my Ace of Spades To collapse the sabotaging figures Within my path Alas 12 more spades to use While I’m grafting my map To gain access to a fortress Where my coveted Joker is being held captive Moving forward I used the 2 and 3 of spades To bribe two thieves Who questioned my integrity For going into enemy territory To full my conquest I put it at best I’m trying to save my friend the Joker I mean no harm I said that to them in a sober tone So they left me alone Now on my way again To condone a fork in the road Needing multiple spades to get over this hurdle I placed the 4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10 of spades face down To get around a moat in front of a drawbridge It was crucial get over this moat using these cards Like walking on egg shells is a privilege More profound than anything I’ve experienced Now once inside the fortress I had 3 top spades left To get passed the guards within the courtyard, and get to the king While making it to the treasure chest Where my friend was locked up and kept I made it into the courtyard Using my Jack of spades To persuade the guardsman Was easy because I said I had a delivery for the King They let me be I kept going and finally approached The royal highness I now used my last 2 top spades The King and Queen to persuade Their majesty that I had a treasure map Which displayed where lots of gold was buried at In exchange for the key to get my top spade Mr. Joker free from the treasure chest He was in Where he pleaded no contest to begin with That got him in there and sealed his silly lips From being comical in his own way Anyway the King agreed, gave me key, He kept the map, I got my friend back And we walked out the fortress free indeed Finally relieved over this travesty The Joker asked me What took you so long to rescue me I said Trump Season is now clearly over Since I had to con the Kings guards and thieves with all the other trumps So you could be free Making us a winning team once again I’m the holder of this hand with you now in command To find 12 other new spades For becoming a stronger suite Needed once the next Trump Season starts to commence We’re now destined to being a succeeding playing hand Within the con-game we will rule forever and again
© 2012 B-poet |
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2 Reviews Added on October 6, 2012 Last Updated on October 19, 2012 Author![]() B-poetIndianapolis, INAboutFreelance Writer/Poet (For those who truly love and treasure my art Check out my latest publication on the link under my profile name**) Thanks for stopping by and pen on. :) more..Writing
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