Classic Poem

Upon the table's cloth of green
The Trey of Diamonds lay;
It lured the Knave; he loved the Queen;
For her he took the Trey.

To him the Queen of Diamonds said,
“Make haste, my darling Jack,
And fly with me!” And off they fled
In spite of all the Pack.

The King pursued; alert and quick,
He slew them with his mace!
And that's the way he turned the Trick,
For no one held the Ace!