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.
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