O handsome Joker, ever fair of face,
With rapier wit and self-assurance calm,
Your presence makes the world a better place,
So why do you have neither bard nor song?
Your poets are silent, neglecting their arts,
Their harps and violins now gather dust;
Kurei and Raiha have stolen fangirls' hearts,
But why does no one after Joker lust?
Maybe they're frightened by his fanged grin,
His charm and savior faire intimidate;
Despite such excuses, to ignore is a sin,
And so he should his idle muse berate.
Don't worry, Joker, there's no need for fear;
For you the mailing list shall always cheer.