No Contest
It’s what we had all waited for
What we practiced for all year
Not that I am bragging
But I was the one to fear
Now Sheila was a gammer
And MiMi had the charm
Jinx was just my sister
Not one of them an arm
Not that the game took muscle
It was more or less technique
I had loads of talent
The others – well – were weak
With the board up on the table
We all took our places
I turned to look each in the eye
They showed nothing in their faces
We each took up our squidger
Between our thumb and finger
Placed it on the edge of a wink
And for a moment linger
We were aiming for the little cup
There in the table’s middle
For winks that land within the cup
Each scored a single tiddle
Then “pop” we press down on the wink
And “flop” the wink goes flying
Hopefully right in the cup
For we were really trying
But I missed my first wink
Then it’s squopped by another player
And I can’t play that wink again
Because it’s down at least a layer
We go around the table
Each scoring tiddles fine
I’m playing so darn good in fact
I think the trophy’s mine
But Jinx and Sheila had my wink squopped
And I’ve no play to move it
And MiMi has but one wink left
And boy did she sure groove it
Oh, I had the talent, I had the skill
And I know I could beat them still
But those three girls ganged up on me
Squopped my wink so I would be
Covered up without a play
And that’s how it played out that day
I lost my crown in Tiddlewinks
Beat out by Sheila, MiMi, Jinx
Mdailey 3/8/12
Squidger = circular disk used to propel winks
Wink = circular disk counter in game
Pot = cup in center of game board
Tiddle = point scored by landing wink in cup
Squopped = getting your wink covered by one or more other player's wink
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