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The Scrabble Tournament

Poetry By: Indie Skreet

I love Scrabble, but I hate losing.

Submitted:Feb 13, 2013    Reads: 33    Comments: 17    Likes: 6   


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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