The Game of Whot
Game that grabbed my time,
When this was no crime;
Now I'd a tree climb
Or a drama mime:
That of chef with thyme,
Curse of plates with grime...
But to "let's play Whot!"
You won't hear a "What?"
I still praise the game;
From it hold back blame;
It's clinched its own flame
While long spread its fame...
But to "we play stake"
I could you call "snake!"
Clean has to be pack,
Then, pranks should be slack,
Neat every touched card,
Then, Fraud would be hard;
Cards age with shuffles
Smart eyes this ruffles:
"Please, get us new pack
or off I shall back...
Who shall last card drop
Until then, you don't stop!
I can't forget Cross:
Mostly caused my loss,
I'd choose Triangle
With game at angle;
Feared I most the Stars
While in life loved Stars;
Circles and Squares same;
Lots in your hand shame!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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