The last scrabble match of twenty-ten was a cat and dogfight between Ashina (a nanny), Emily (a PhD in cellular Biology), Ahmed (an educator), and (of course) yours truly (a poetic bum). In the skirmish we tore our claws into the choicest grammatical filet mignon. The dead-things tenderloins generated waxed viral off the board with Tuner Pisco flying the jet up the stair and Quo Hun biding his time warring through tall cedar stands in the wadi.
An essential strategy to winning scrabble is knowing how to defend. Key to defensive posturing is learning the ninety-nine officially accepted two letter words. Soon, I will have them all memorized, but here they are should you too desire to be enlightened: aa, ab, ad, ae, ag, ah, ai, al, am, an, ar, as, at, au, ax, ay, ba, be, bi, bo, by, de, do, ed, ef, eh, el, em, en, er, es, ed, ex, fa, go, ha, he, h, ti, hm, ho, id, if, in, is, it, jo, ka, la, li, if, in, is, it, jo, ka, la, li, lo, ma, me, mi, mm, mo, mu, my, na, ne, no, nu, od, oe, of, om, on, op, or, os, ow, ox, oy, pa, pe, pi, re, sh, si, so, ta, ti, to, uh, um, un, up, us, ut, we, wo, xi.
Go figure the board is warped like iv who knew all those q words are officially accepted by scrabble engine |
The endgame teemed with intrigue. I went out first playing the words tug and nu. It would have been even more glorious if I had won, but I settled for not dead last. I was pleased that Emily won. The final scores were Ashina 110 – 1 = 109, Ahmed 170 – 3 = 167, Emily 190 – 4 = 186, and me with a whopping 142 + 8 = 150 big ones. I was only seventeen points behind Ahmed. Seventeen points is almost like a victory over him. And the poems weren’t that horrible either. They were like the dishes a vegan would consume in Siberia by eating only the plants available in the environment. Scrabble poetry isn't the easiest pool of words to pen a pun from. If you are brave you can see them if you scroll on down and keep reading this loud leaking egg.
The words we played this time were equally challenging: jet, er / jo / door, job, sex / jobs, ef / xi / fie, tuner, quo, aa / ad, ropes / efs, do / or / nod, eh, on / na, stair / ehs, li / er / leak, hun, leaking, sexy / ye, pisco, viral, fir / pi, quoted, loud, wit, grove, za / aloud, aw, bides / grove, bi / in / in, jete / teem, fie, tug / nu—as you can see. I bet you, the reader, have already formulated a poem or tale of aw that you wish to deepen my mind with (as a comment below)!
The ehs of fie as written in the five minute cease fire following the war:
...hm...what can I do now... |
Ahmed Screams Aloud in Grove Wars
groves war aloud
pisco leaking egg goo
jobs doors, ropes, toys
aa sex, na hun
nod hun, eh, bi bi
groves bid aloud za
aw fir quo fir? pro xi
do nod hun do nod
ropes ton quoted ton
groves teem a loud tug
fie fie aw na xi nu
aw jo, aw sexy, aw al tree
aw sexy jete' bo jete'
aloud, tuner aa
quoted aloud
a loud grove stair
Ashena's orginal (forgive me for editing it) |
Ashena Quoted Hun
Tuner quoted aw-loud jet
Ton on Hun,
aw sexy
bi-sex in roves
Viral sex, jobs, bids
Eggs in za
War in groves on
Stairs teem ropes
Aloud jete in a tug
Quo in aa al and re
Ix effs nu na
Leak pisco in stairs
Emily's Poem (Shat...I did it again...I edited it) |
Emily Viral Quoted
Sexy jobs by the ton
Tug ye leaking egg aloud
Aw….li…pi…xi…
Fie! Fie!
War ropes in groves
Pisco toys
On jete doors
Nod sexy hun
Er wit teems
Al stair efs
Quo fir
Tuner bids
William James’ Stab At Loud Viral Sex
Nod ropes Hun
A sexy door toy quoted war
Fie Jete’s in leaking viral groves
Al nods
Al bi-sexed a job on Hun
on the stair, Fie
Jete’s in leaking viral groves
Hun tugs a ton of Nod's eggs
Now I bet you really are dying to give this try. I won’t stop you from recombining the words played into your own clay pot of poetry. The comment section is down here. Please, knock yourself out.
Sex bides in a fir grove.
ReplyDeleteDoor ropes tug,
a loud stair ....
Nod.
Do.
Flee.