Best Whot Poems

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...

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