Wildcard

(This plays off The Queen of Hearts nursery rhyme.)

The Diamond King
He made something
All on a winter’s morn;
It bucked and roared,
It wanted more
But remained forlorn.
The Queen of Hearts
Knew just the part
That the great beast lacked.
She sent her knaves
To one who saves
Himself for such an act.

The jester came
To play the game
With the hand he held,
He gave a bow
And then a vow
To serve his masters well.
The suited joke
Quite quickly choked
On his chosen art.
The beast did not,
It catlike caught
And ate him like a tart.