Posted by: youareuseless | July 3, 2010

Feeble “conversation poem” for Big Tent

Scrabble, or cards? He pleaded. Scrabble?
Cards? Janet doesn’t like cards. Henry hates Scrabble.
We could talk? Why don’t you enjoy the people! The chips
languished on the table. I could play cards. She smiled
wondering why she had come.



  1. Beautiful imagery 🙂 x

  2. I think many have had this kind of experience.
    You’ve captured it well.

  3. Sounds like every Thanksgiving I’ve ever had to endure!

  4. All too familiar! thanks for sharing.

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