The Buckets by Greg Cravens for October 15, 2016

Toby is about as poetic as me. Walt Whitman’s status as America’s greatest poet is secure.

Love is a Scrabble Board,A game I just can’t win.Your word just triple-scored,I may as well give in.

I just have seven tiles,I don’t have a word to play,I look up to see you smile,I can do this all day.

So what if I can’t score?It doesn’t mean much to me.Next to you is so much more,Than elsewhere that I could be!

How about ‘Love is a game of RISK’?

“Love Stinks”…

Life is a Ouija Board, but NOT a Magic 8-Ball.

Love is a scrabble boardrandom words in complete discordRandom letters, given meaningrandom moments, suddenly steamingBut then the next word, without rhyme or reasonanother moment and there is no pleasin’In the end, many words but no message,why your heart’s broken, you have only guessage

@p51strega very good.

I have never seen Toby struggle this much!

xxx

Retry for correct spacing:

Love is a scrabble board

random words in complete discord

Random letters, given meaning

random moments, suddenly steaming

But then the next word, without rhyme or reason

another moment and there is no pleasin’

In the end, many words but no message,

why your heart’s broken, you have only guessage

Let’s see if I can get this thing right this time:

Love is a Scrabble Board,

A game I just can’t win.

Your word just triple-scored,

I may as well give in.

I just have seven tiles,

I don’t have a word to play,

I look up to see you smile,

I can do this all day.

So what if I can’t score?

It doesn’t mean much to me.

Next to you is so much more,

Than elsewhere that I could be!