Men Are Sore Losers At Scrabble

Men Are Sore Losers At Scrabble

Tiles laid down with steady pride,

letters stacked with careful aim,

a quiet war across the board,

disguised as just a simple game.

Then comes the word they did not see,

triple score, a clever play,

and suddenly the mood will shift,

the laughter starts to fade away.

A shrug too sharp, a heavy sigh,

rules questioned in a subtle tone,

as if the loss cannot sit still,

as if defeat must not be owned.

They joke it off, but not quite right,

there is a flicker in the eyes,

that small refusal to accept,

that someone else has claimed the prize.

It is not all, but more than few,

this quiet pride that will not bend,

a board game turning battlefield,

where ego fights until the end.

Still I play and still I win,

place each word with steady grace,

and watch them try to hide the truth,

written clear across their face.

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