Wooden Games

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Easy to play, yet grown ups ruin it.

Lincoln Logs adrift
Swallowed by a rift
Drowned by a flood
Wallowing in mud
Deep in a crevasse
The divide among us

Pick Up Sticks clamouring
Some astray meandering
Creating their own disarray
Being trite and contrary
With boundaries ignored
Their image less adored

A wooden block tower
Well stacked, unable to falter
With care each block removed
Until instability is proved
Like Lincoln logs and Pick Up Sticks
A discombobulated battle of tricks 


Submitted: October 30, 2020

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Back in Black

Good one !

Fri, October 30th, 2020 12:52pm

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Thanks!

Fri, October 30th, 2020 6:15am

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