He
christened it “Salvation.”
Before
he rattled off the rules
I
asked his explanation.
“Do
you know what salvation means?’
I
queried; he admitted
He
didn’t, so I asked his sib,
Against
whom he was pitted.
“I’m
only 5!” his sister said.
“I
don’t know anything at all.
I
haven’t even started school!”
A
lot of guff for one so small.
For
she knows plenty, but salvation’s
Not
for kindergarten,
An
age-related absence
Any
IQ test would pardon.
So
we explained, the game went on
And,
good for sib relations,
The
final score was even,
Each
achieving 3 “salvations.”
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