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The Game of the Criss-Cross

You and I lost
The game of the criss-cross.
Our corpus is down
Lyin' at the Ground Round,
Covered in steak sauce.

The bowling alley life, it's time to sell.
The ball, it can't be shined.
My thumb, too sore.
Here we go:
You give a wink. I'll add the tiddley.

We were murdered
By good sense's burglar
Who had hid in a drawer
And slept in our corridor.
It isn't unheard of.

The bowling alley life-job, it's time to leave.
The pizza boat is up.
The shoes are in.
Turn away.
You wink and nod.
I've got your tiddley.

Promises were kept
From taking the good step.
Stumbling again,
The foot of the high price
Hadn't a sales rep.

The dishes' dirt, it's there for good.
So is the rust upon the rest of it.
No more fight.
You shrug and sigh. No more to mention.

We could once pause
The game that we've since lost.
We'd look at our wristwatch,
Give it a pish-posh,
And pick up the dishcloth.

The dishes' dirt, it's there for good.
The cup in the center,
Just enough room.
Our turn comes now.
You give a wink. I'll add the tiddley.

--Keddiz