29 May 2012
The King of Hearts was sitting
In his counting house one day
Wondering what to do with
All the shrapnel on display
I know what I'll do, he said
I'll share it with the cards
And with whatever's left
I'll give a bonus to the guards
So calling on the servants
To divvy up his stash
He tripped and tore himself in two
Upon a pile of cash
The King of Hearts, beyond repair
He was ripped, not bended
But it didn't really matter
For he was double-ended
So now there is the two of them
And it takes half the time
To share Opussia's riches
Within a Hearty rhyme
Hearts • Opuss № I