Scrab

Lo!

And there was a board

And it was good.

A grid of blue and pink squares

We pick a tile

And smile

How long has this been going on?

Twenty eight years

How many games have we played

Since that first game?

Too many to count

My boyish bravado

Your quiet confidence

How often I’ve been pipped at the gazebo

With a Qi or a Za

Or a seven letter word

In closing moments of the match

But hope springs

A double triple letter score

And anyway

Who cares who wins?

That’s not what we are playing for