Two times we' ve met, though yet it equals none
as two times two equates in vain your flair;
you spin me in a gentle net of puns
as if we were a wed and homespun pair.

Do you define me as a dividend;
that poker face will yield delightful times,
a joke that yokes your joker's ways as meant;
a posh attire, that clads your clown for mime?

Although it spins I bet on your roulette
despite it sways from harsh to quite couqette;
each twinkle turns my markers into gold.

Play to pay, that's your golden rule, I knell
yet, axioms erode to magic spells;
two times squared scales circle's mould.