The tiles slid. And two words (one high-scoring)
came together, doubling up in size,
waiting to pop out and yell “Surprise!”
as Sunday Scrabble teetered on the boring.
Emily read a rule—“No proper nouns.
You can’t use words that start with capital letters.”
The players nodded grimly in their sweaters,
as Maureen scooped back EDISON. Such frowns.
“And there goes QUIZBEAR!” I observed. I pointed
where the neologic hybrid lurked,
the character whose fuzzy-wuzzy face
unhibernated when the table jerked….
How everything that followed disappointed.
Two-bit words in Gothic upper case.