Poem of the week
Poem of the week
L3 O1 V8 E1
You put the rabble into my Rabelais
Antic Scrabbler!
The pad pad of your furry slippers
Across the slimy lino floor
Rouses rebellious juices
In this word-based game of war.
Man the board-game barricades
Sordid Gerontophile!
A nice young man, he visits me,
And many times my hand he's held,
Although he deigns to let me win
His lexicon's unparallel'd.
"I'll storm your Bastille," he cries
to her
Revolutionary heart.
Although we play at different games
This means their meaning's more
As I gently put down 'love' again
On the double-letter-score.
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