TWENTY LOUSY POINTS
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:31 pm
I'm sure plenty will relate to this true story
TWENTY LOUSY POINTS
In general, round our household, there’s an air of peace and love,
life’s too short to argue, whinge and whine.
There are times however, when both take off the glove
and unity descends to “yours” and “mine”.
One of these occasions, quite recently occurred,
decorum swiftly booted out the door.
Calm perhaps not shaken but, surely soundly stirred,
not a setting dripping with rapport.
What could cause such ruckus, a passive home to shatter,
downgrading two conservatives to rabble,
reason counts for nothing, courtesy don’t matter,
I talk about a ding dong game of Scrabble.
“Where’s the bloody dictionary” is an oft repeated cry,
“I’ll bet you find Zook really is a word”.
“You wouldn’t accept Mex” is my sarcastic reply,
some tactics border close to the absurd.
Consider having seven letters, only one a vowel,
a Q and X among those in the chain.
Just the situation where some would throw the towel
especially with “Mex” mega points gone down the drain.
Meanwhile, the opposition’s streaking far ahead,
double word and letter scores abounding,
on a roll where every turn fills me more with dread,
defeat looks categorically resounding.
Despite facing overwhelming odds throughout the night
my deficit at play’s end was but twenty,
certainly defeated but, not without a fight
though criticism received was swift and plenty.
“Whipped your butt” featured much in the victory speech
that three weeks later’s going on yet still.
“Did you like a dinner, would you like for me to teach
you how to play at Scrabble with some skill".
“Revenge is best served cold” is a phrase that comes to mind
to assuage pain that comes about from loss
That will be my mantra and I’ll payout in kind
next Scrabble game when we’ll see who’s the boss.
Jeff Thorpe 07 January 2013 ©
TWENTY LOUSY POINTS
In general, round our household, there’s an air of peace and love,
life’s too short to argue, whinge and whine.
There are times however, when both take off the glove
and unity descends to “yours” and “mine”.
One of these occasions, quite recently occurred,
decorum swiftly booted out the door.
Calm perhaps not shaken but, surely soundly stirred,
not a setting dripping with rapport.
What could cause such ruckus, a passive home to shatter,
downgrading two conservatives to rabble,
reason counts for nothing, courtesy don’t matter,
I talk about a ding dong game of Scrabble.
“Where’s the bloody dictionary” is an oft repeated cry,
“I’ll bet you find Zook really is a word”.
“You wouldn’t accept Mex” is my sarcastic reply,
some tactics border close to the absurd.
Consider having seven letters, only one a vowel,
a Q and X among those in the chain.
Just the situation where some would throw the towel
especially with “Mex” mega points gone down the drain.
Meanwhile, the opposition’s streaking far ahead,
double word and letter scores abounding,
on a roll where every turn fills me more with dread,
defeat looks categorically resounding.
Despite facing overwhelming odds throughout the night
my deficit at play’s end was but twenty,
certainly defeated but, not without a fight
though criticism received was swift and plenty.
“Whipped your butt” featured much in the victory speech
that three weeks later’s going on yet still.
“Did you like a dinner, would you like for me to teach
you how to play at Scrabble with some skill".
“Revenge is best served cold” is a phrase that comes to mind
to assuage pain that comes about from loss
That will be my mantra and I’ll payout in kind
next Scrabble game when we’ll see who’s the boss.
Jeff Thorpe 07 January 2013 ©
