Scrabble
The thing about scrabble,
Is one should never burst a bubble,
Accept the tiles that fall your way,
In lieu of falling affray.
A Z in your rack,
Now to plan your attack,
A triple letter you see,
Please keep it for me.
A blank in your stock,
Now I'm ahead of the flock,
A bingo in mind,
Now where can I find?
My opponent not grinning,
Now that I am winning,
No more tiles in the bag,
But I am trying not to brag,
I play the last tiles on my rack,
But is that enough?
A close game in the end,
But always a friend,
Win, lose or draw, I extend
It's the company, I savour,
As scrabble will never go out of favour.
By Michael Robinson - my Nephew
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