Boardwalk and Park Place For Grandma
Boardwalk and Park Place she would always get.
I almost never landed on them, so she’d throw a fit.
She’d spend all of her money getting them hotels too.
I would zoom around collecting two hundred dollars with my boot shoe.
She was the dog, I was the shoe.
My grandma and I, a joyful little two.
We’d drink soda pop and eat potato chips.
She’d throw out old timer magic, I’d throw out quips.
When she was losing, she would throw the board in the air.
I remember those days, and gram’s frizzy purple hair.
Monopoly still makes me smile to this very day.
I never buy Boardwalk or Park Place. They are hers in a way.
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