When the pen takes control.

A day that had seemed a long time coming was finally here. To say I was excited didn’t even come close to describing how I was feeling. Practising for four hours a day to the exclusion of family or social life. My well-thumbed dictionary pages were looking more dog-eared than a basset hound. Today I would be travelling by train to the famous Empire arena to enter and hopefully win the all England scrabble championship, better known as, “Lexicon,” my passport to fame.

Umpapa, umpapa, that’s how it goes

umpapa umpapa everyone knows

whenever I hear the words such as these

I always think of frost laden trees

skyscraper mountains all covered in snow

from where loud alpine horns all echo,

apron clad frauleins bake apple strudel

while leather shorts clad men stand and yodel,

to the sound of , “Umpapa.”

Bright sun in blue skies

makes frost hardened ground glisten

Tell tale signs of Spring

The inscribed plaque tells us a story

of how Pegasus in full sun’s glory

when in the sky a comet sees

leaps full bound over the Pleiades

but he will sadly fall back to Earth

as to wings he has not yet given birth.