Come Scrabble With Me and Be My Love

ROZ GROSSMAN
Come Scrabble With Me and Be My Love

I hate to play Scrabble
With people who babble;
My psyche gets balky
When they become talky.

I hate to play Scrabble
With people who dabble
In encyclopedias,
I think they are tedious

I hate to play Scrabble
With people who gabble
Of xebecs and xysters,
I think they are shysters

I hate to play Scrabble
With people who wobble
All over the board
Until they have scored

But I LOVE to play Scrabble
With my kind of rabble
We’re not erudite but
We keep our mouth quite shut

Among us there’s nary
A new dictionary
We keep the game moving —
HELL! WHAT ARE WE PROVING?