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Word Games

I cannot ‘vestify’,

and what is a ‘qoph’;

but, if were to testify

in my vest…?

If I saw a qopher

digging up my garden,

would it beg my pardon?

Word games…

… they can really make your head spin.

Cluedomania

Cluedomania: The need to buy all Cluedo games

in charity shops

on a see/buy basis,

no matter the condition.

Cluedomaniac: A Cluedomaniac seeks

clean Detective Notes – as used ones often lie – often finding ones from the differing editions that have different rooms (Sauna, Outhouse, Communal Showers) and, therefore, never match the boards that have been found.

Cluedopurist: A Cluedopurist only seeks the original Cluedo game, abhors Miss Orchid (as a ‘modern’ abomination to the cast – “Bring back Mrs White!” they cried, then they cried, too.

Cluedoperfectionist: A Cluedoperfectionist varies from one to the other, personally seeking the best revolver, candlestick, length of rope, and character figurines. Let it be known that a piece of yellow coloured plastic in the shape of an obelisk is not Colonel Mustard!

Cluedo: I’ll give you a clue: I did it, in the Library, with the door locked from the inside with my loaded lead pipe.

The Games We Play (#Looe)

The Games We Play (#Looe)

Can you

canoe

in East Looe?

Can Dennis

play table-tennis, too?

I guess

you can play chess

if you are board;

but, who says that all games

must be ignored?

Pass them by

if you must

turn a corner,

or a king –

and you are bust!

A Game Of Chance?

A Game Of Chance?

We start at Square 1 – default position for all pieces.

We throw a die.

In turn

1-6.

We move from square to square, space to space; occupied, unoccupied. We meet, greet, send opponents spiralling back 6 spaces. Move onwards and up.

Win second prize in a beauty contest: Castle the King. Decide that the Candlestick was the weapon of choice and cross the finishing line in the Green Horse.

(Sort of) A Sonnet to Cluedo

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(Sort of) A Sonnet to Cluedo

“How do I solve thee?
Let me count the ways.
Thou art more complex
And more intriguing
Than a maze inside a labyrinth
Within an enigma.
In fact, I think that you are
Mrs White in the Kitchen
With the Food Mixer!
What? No food mixer?
How strange. You’d think they’d
Have a food mixer in there – I have.
Though, I suppose it’s better for making cakes than corpses…
Although a corpse-cake
May be an idea for a Cluedo-themed party… that’s an idea.
Oh! Well, perhaps it was Mr Bun the Baker in the Bakery with the Stale Baguette?
What do you mean, you’re not playing anymore?
It’s your game and you’re going home!
Now, we’ll never know who did it…
With what… And to whom!”

Quixotry for the Win!

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You Scrabbled my love
And I was lost for words
You lead from the start
In the quest to win, my sweetheart;
Your planets were all and Io you a lot
But you can’t have a ‘li’ and a ‘di’
In the acceptable words ‘one’ is not
All that it could be
So, you see, I
With my Tortoise-like ways
By a Hare’s breadth have crossed the line first with my ‘up’ and my ‘ice’
The feeling of winning is okay
But, the playing with you…
That is what is so nice.