As they sat there, in the room…Dark and grave,
She really hated him, his chewing his pen, his clothes, his shave,
They were playing scrabble on the dead hard ground,
Tap, tap, tap….She shuffled her letters,
He clenched his jaw; he was annoyed by that sound.a
He pondered…Would killing her make his life better?
She moved first…WIND with a ‘D’ on the double letter score,
Outside he heard a sound….but ignored it…he wanted to win,
He had 4 vowels “2E’s, A and an O” and “an H, T, Q”,
HEATED using the double lettered ‘D’..Ha! Today he’ll beat that whore,
…silence…The kettle sounded; the coffee was made... (”Quick!”)
Tap, Tap, Tap..Urgh!!The sound again. BREAK she moved using his A,
She got up and went to get the coffee…Thinking hard he broke his pen,
HURT he made using the H…”Ouch!!”She yelled.
She’d burned her hands off the kettle,
Trying to look concerned he passed her a cream; searching for a pen,
She came back. Tapped again(“Humph!”)..
WOUND she made to show her mettle.
FIND…he moved and saw a pen underneath the rug,
What luck! There was something fishy abt today’s game,
FLY… she moved, getting a ‘Y’ on the triple lettered score(“Bitch!!”),
Another sound…This time it was a mosquito…Wham! It was dead.
She had a paper in her hand,…how he would like to do the same to her,
QUAKE…using the U and K on the board…There was a thunder,
The ground started shaking and then went quiet. He looked up at her,
Her face was white…The FLY!, HURT!, HEAR!, FIND!, QUAKE!,…..
Realization drenched him. It was magic!!!!....
A thought came to him…he could still kill her. He’ll ne’er be caught,
He waited for her turn….DARK…she made and the lights were gone,
He’d test it first…he had 2K’s, 2O’s, L,I,M…thinking..NO..He made..
The lights were back.
Thrilled! He’d get her today…tomorrow he will be a free man…
He collected his K,I and L…he would KILL at the L of fly,
CHOKE…she made using the dark K…It was his turn…now she dies,
He got ready…in his excitement…tripped & the L slipped from his hand,
It flew up and got in his mouth…he was choking!...this was his end,
He looked up at her….she was smiling…and looked at the score,
He was dying..but he’d won the round..
At least he’d beaten the whore!!!.