A Scrabble Friend Poem by Phil Soar

My friend plays scrabble every day
To pass the waking hours away
He doesn't have a job to do
Since he retired in 2002
And so he makes up words like bombilate*
And hums so he can concentrate
And words like dactylion* too
So he can look and point at you
He's become a scrabble connoisseur
With words so good they're like a blur
He's won a prize for the longest word
It was 'batrachophagous* absurd!






*Bombilate: to loudly hum or buzz continuously

*Dactylion: The tip of the middle finger

*Batrachophagous: One who eats frogs