S-C-R-A-B-B-L-E
His turn first, D-I-V-O-R-C-E,
She made two words, O-F C-O-U-R-S-E,
Missed go; hers next turn,
K-I-D-S Y-O-U-R-S made his cheeks burn.
D-O-G, was his next try,
M-I-N-E, her score went sky high,
F-U-N-N-Y, he put down,
M-O-N-E-Y, was her next noun,
H-O-U-S-E, was his small score,
L-O-C-K C-H-A-N-G-E-D and she scored more,
L-A-W-Y-E-R-S, he soon found,
M-I-N-E B-E-S-T, won her the round.
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