Lounging 2: Electric Boogaloo

I played scrabble with the boys

Last night.

Naturally, I won,

And naturally I thought of my teacher

And her compulsive word games

And her insistence on taking 15 minutes per turn.

I’m still riding the high of winning,

Since I never did against you,

So I’m probably in need of humbling.

You were always good at that, though;

You see, I’d always thought I was God’s gift

Until I played scrabble with you.