Hello all. Todays prompt is to write a poem that incorporates something overheard. Well tonight I was a witness to this exchange.
Tic-Tac-Toe The archery range is a buzz with folks Some shooting arrows Some telling jokes Two little girls sit with paper and pen Playing tic-tac-toe Over and over again But not with each other, no, each their own games X-ing and O-ing In their own frames. To a passing archer, a doll-like face said “Don’t shoot your bow Play tic-tac-toe instead?” “Why not play with your sister?” the bowman replied “You both know the game You are sitting side by side.” “We are banned” they said, with faces so sad “We can’t play against each other for one year said our Dad.”
I can picture the scene. I can picture what might prompt the dad to impose the ban, too!