The Scrabble Players Poem by Francis Duggan

Denise and Sally are into scrabble and they often play till after four
Until the dawn creeps in the window and through the space under the door
They often say this is our last game but they end up in playing one more
And they've used lots of ink and paper in just keeping tabs of their score.

Denise and Sally have been good mates one might say for quite a long time
And they have quite a lot in common they both have children in their prime
And both of them love to play scrabble and in breaks have biscuits and tea
They are different to those who watch football for hours on end on the t v.

Great characters Denise and Sally and of humor they never seem broke
And between them they can tell good stories and laugh at and tell a good joke
The wisdom of more than five decades behind them and I agree with those who say
That there's no substitute for experience and we learn something new every day.

Sally visits Denise to play scrabble and they can play for eight hours or more
Sometimes until five in the morning but more often between half three and four
And sometimes till the kookaburras are laughing aloud at daybreak
And magpies and butcher birds singing and all diurnal creatures awake