Within my soup is the alphabet, jumbled senseless, no words, an A to a C, to a Q, and then U! I look up and smile, I’m glad you found me. I chuckle to myself, what ironic wit, if I do say so, modestly, myself, you reach your hand out, the right, clasping your spoon, I bat it away mischievously, this word play you will not rule! Allow us to fish out one vowel or one consonant at a time, gently lay their pasta forms on the line, and arrange and rearrange, magnificent times, we have puns of fun which we multiply. Then all of a sudden, you shriek with delight! C-A-N-: you proudly win the fight, but to my left, I quickly grab a napkin, a pen, and scrawl, G-A-M-E O-V-E-R: this winner takes all! © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Pexels.
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