Micro-Poem (No.12) Scrabble (How to Save or Break a Marriage)
The following is a true story. The events in this poem really happened. No names have been changed to protect the innocent. (The score for the seven letter word 'Enquiry' was 69 plus 50 bonus for making a seven letter word, plus 11 for a connecting word, making a total of 130 points. The score for the word 'Rye' that I used instead was 24). My wife won the game by 110 points. I kid you not.
Scrabble (or is that 'Squabble'?)
My wife and I sometimes dabble
In a friendly game of Scrabble.
This time, as usual, she's ahead.
I sort my tiles and shake my head.
A seven letter word 'ENQUIRY',
Now where to put it? That's the quandary.
I see a place the word will slot.
A triple word, the perfect spot.
My time has come to seize the win.
I place a finger on my chin.
Then counting numbers in my head.
One hundred and thirty puts me ahead.
I contemplate a week of dread.
If I win, I'm better dead.
"This is hard," is what I say,
"I hardly have a word to play."
Though triple 'Q' word, and double 'Y'.
Keeping silent, I almost cry.
"Oh, I found one," I finally say.
Placing tiles down,'Rye' I play.
Read the full history of this iconic American word game that has enthralled millions of people over the years and continues to do so.
Here is an excerpt:
"Even though it’s a word game, the real story behind SCRABBLE® Brand Crossword Game is numbers. One hundred million sets sold world-wide. Between one and two million sold each year in North America. And, of keen interest to legions of passionate players, over 120,000 words that may be used in their scoring arsenal.
The story of the game’s evolution from underground craze to cultural icon is as American as, well, the SCRABBLE game. Alfred Mosher Butts, an out-of-work architect from Poughkeepsie, New York, decided to invent a board game." (source: National Scrabble Association)
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