King of Hearts ( a fantasy)

I don't want to be the king of hearts
I'd rather be the knave.
You're the smart one
cumber-bum
I must behave
(but why miss the fun?)
I'll let you bluster
While I muster
These charming pearls,
Such lovely girls,
Ignored by your rants.
You wear the pants.
I'll play the day away.
In their hearts I'll stay.
I owe you a debt of thanks
That this montebank
Can never repay
Except for the obeisance-
The nonsense
Of the bended knee.
You see:
It's I they'll have-
You've made a path around their hearts
Of which, now, I am a part!