'Only A Game'. Poem by guy lipmore

Just a simple game of Monopoly,
Over seven hours of 'fun' for the family.
A bloody trouncing they got on the night,
Blew them out of sight.
An emphatic win, just a fact,
So just to recap.
Twelve houses, thirteen hotels, plus over seven grand,
As predicted and planned!

A master class of wheeling and dealing,
Astute purchasers and canny selling.
Like five grand for Old Kent Road,
They mocked, but it was clever and bold.
Lip-More was the king of finance,
The others did not stand a chance.

Yes, business is a ruthless game,
However, he felt no shame.
There was no guilt on his conscience,
Regards to battering his opponents.
Their wounds they are licking,
After their absolute kicking.
For them it was bit galling,
They were feeling raw after their mauling!
They still won’t admit,
And just get over it.

17/05/15