Game night!
What a sight!
Cards everywhere.
Quick to dare.
Board games around.
Laughter, greatest sound.
If life were like Candy Land,
wouldn't that be grand?
Or, if life were as easy
as the game of Life, that'd be so breezy.
What if we lived in the midst of Battleship?
How much more soda will you sip?
Playing the game of Spoons.
Singing crazy-made-up-tunes.
When are you going to lay down your Suit?
It's time to bring home your poker loot.
Apples to Apples is such a great game.
Everyone gathered around thinks the same.
Taboo, the girls seem to be winning...
The guys can't help but keep grinning.
Time for Monopoly.
Everyone is eating sloppily.
Scrabble anyone?
Oh, what fun!
Or, let's try Pictionary.
Stacks of more games out they carry!
Let's do this again next week,
because more fun we seek!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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