Her word just reached the bottom row;
“This game” she said “our scores are low”.
Now this is Scrabble with a twist –
My friend believes that there exist
More options with another tile
So we play racks of eight, meanwhile
The last replacement tiles she took
And gave a “Now it’s your turn” look.
She had a clear and comfy lead –
To get in front then I would need
A big score, rather hard to do
With no tile worth more points than two.
Mentally, I’d chucked the towel
When suddenly I saw a vowel
That, shuffled sideways, gave now sense
To several stubborn consonants.
I check the board – yes, I could fit
My word across the foot of it.
Her letter, and all eight of mine,
Multiplied my points by nine,
Stretching, as you’ll have inferred,
From triple word to triple word.
Plus on top a really nifty
All-rack bonus score of 50.
And even then she’d not perceived
It wasn’t just the score achieved
But I was finished, done and out
Which meant that she was now about
To have deducted from her score
A “K”, a “C” and several more
High-value tiles – she cried “Oh no!”
“I thought I’d get another go!”
A triumph but, as always, fleeting;
Next game I took a real beating.
