The final scores were Amy: 122 – 1 = 121, Ahmed: 128 + 1 + 9 + 24 = 162, Me: 105 – 9 = 96, Yven: 98 – 24 = 74. At least I didn’t come in dead last. Thank you Yven for challenging the second time and for not being able to play the Q or the Z!
We laid down some really rich words. Again, I had a great combination of letters that I couldn’t find a way to lay down. Vogue would have made a great contribution to this compilation of words: nosey, ee / ee / ye, yes / sir (this was my first play), fox, ill, foxy / ya, tower, slit, burnt, we / en / en, torn, sick, stuck, ah / hi, darn, wade, ut / um / mu, greet, paint / tut, dream, (oilpaint Ahmed’s word that wasn’t), plow / od, dream / pa, avoid, viler, gone / of / ex, lip, oil, bo / do, jo, an, nub.
Now for tale of how the fox plowed the poems:
Yven the Terrible the sick ill watchmen of the Tower of Vile |
we Dream
wade yet avoid the tower
the burnt eyes of the watchman stuck to the nub of his lance
I plow the water
My torn chainmail lubricated by perspiration
The resident of the castle
viler than an ill hen
darn fox, should we greet
I feel worse than sick…
yes, tip of the dream.
---Yven (pronounced “Ivan”) 1/2/2011
Dream Nub 121
sir yes,sir, Princess Amy, we burnt the viler tower |
Viler tower
we burnt
oh bo
ill torn fox,
sir ah, yee
ee
nosey ut
do tip, pa
avoid “hi”
yes, foxy ya
stuck en wade, darn hen,
an od plow
jo-
dream
--- Amy 1/2/11
oh Hen, avoid that ill gloom and that odd painted plow |
Bo, ye nosey jo
No yes sir, no
Avoid ill, its foxy towers
Torn, burnt, slit, stuck, sick nub
Tut, tut
Oh hen, we oil sick, j
Viler than vile
That od, burn the painted plow
Greet ex dream, ex dream mu
Ut ex nu, do pa mi
En em ee, um em mu
---Ahmed 1/2/11
(1)
Mighty Wizzard of ill, my name is Bo, I am power. |
Hi,
my name is Bo.
My ex is gone
ill
sick
tut, tut darn.
She was foxy!
nosey,
yes sir!
A real dream slit
(2)
Avoid the painted slit
The tower burnt to a nub
Jo was viler than Bo
can't get more consonipated than this |
In a dream
Ah Mu plowed for oil
Stuck
Torn
We wade
the dream
---My two poems
we plow, we oil ahhh....ooo, oh yess..plow...foxy fox |
oh yes….foxy fox
we paint a dream
ee – ee – ee
ah – ah – ah
yes foxy fox
oh yes
we oil
we plow
oh ya…we do…
foxy fox
…we do…
--- Josh (the comer who arrived just in time to write a poem)
hmm...how can I be prophylactic in this next play |
This was a great game. I wish I could find people down in this way, in Oregon, who'd like to play scrabble poetry.
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