Games – KensView

All Stitched Up

In a dimly lit room, where cards take flight,
Now she shuffles the deck, ready for the fight.
“Let’s get started,” she says with a grin
As the tricks play out and the fun begins.
A master of bluffs, a queen of deceit,
With a wink and a nudge, she can’t be beat.

Her foes roll their eyes; for what can they do?
They’re ensconced in this contest, just like a shoe.
“Trump this!” she shouts, as she lays down a hand
As they sip their drinks and try to comprehend.
They’re still counting hearts, while she’s on a roll.
“1NT!” How to stop her reaching her goal?

The bids fly like butterflies, chaotic and grand;
He’s just trying to keep up, is not in command.
He nods with enthusiasm, though lost in the fray,
Pretending he’s clever, but can’t make her pay.
“Look at my diamonds!” she boasts with a laugh.
“Four of a kind? You’re kidding! I’ve half!”

But in the end, it’s not the win or the loss;
It’s the experience and fun that are boss.
With each hand dealt and the laughter that swells,
Bridge isn’t just cards, it’s a suit of magical spells.
So here’s to Stitch, with her bridge-loving ways.
May the games go forever, and brighten our days!

Wordle

Shouldn’t a game centered on five-letter words have a name with five letters? Shouldn’t this name be for a six-letter game?

Suggestions:

Words, Wordy, Wordo (could double as a label for a fan of the game), Wordl, WordX, WordZ?

My first and to date only “Wordle” game

Scrabbled

Beneath the cwm zenith where nymphs wheezily prance,
whizbang melodies from an old jukebox entrance.
Faqirs strum quickly on sweet mezquite-wood guitars,
highjacking reality, exciting quasars.
A Jezebel sylph winks, zombifying the night,
the zymurgy of enchantment, bathed in moonlight.
Below the Qi’s frolicking flybys, swift and free,
caziques and vizcachas equalize at tea,
as quetzals dose on outoxyphenbutazone,
jazzed by zippy zephyrs that sizzle to the bone.
And while muzjiks whisper, “Quixotry is preferred.
To maximize the magic, Xerox the absurd,”
xylophonists scarf flapjacks, yelling at bezique,
“Prizes in zuz and xu, not exempt from our pique.”
Chutzpah and qwerty thusly are here intertwined,
defuzing the mundane, leaving logic behind.
So, exorcize your qualms and brush the “phphts” away.
Squeeze out cynicism. It’s Oxazepam Day!