My Personal Tower of Scrabble

Tennyson's form from The Lady of Shalott I sing my fame ignoring grace as I meet vict’ry face to face. Defying prudence to efface the pride of getting letters placed. My personal Tower of Babble, a chance to boast, I’m just like you and so we brag, like winners do. To grace all rivals say adieu in this bracing game called Scrabble. Safe in my tray, letters espouse myriad words, and though I grouse that sacred “Q” is safer housed within the pocket of my blouse - my personal Tower of Babble. So when the needed “U” appears I lean down to adjust my fears, spouse has no clue of my arrears in this rousing game called Scrabble. The triple word space opens up Rising to retrieve my prize, yup “Z” lies sequestered in a cup filled new with kibbles for our pup - my personal Tower of Babble. Planning ahead, my vile secret planting tiles in careful sequence. Hiccups to my ruse - infrequent in this whupping game called Scrabble. for Isaiah Zerbst's contest, The Lady of Shalott.