THE FIRST OF THIRST

THE FIRST OF THIRST

By Roger A. Davis

     
In the month of Thirst, it begins,
Inhabitants play Words With Friends

All Twenty days, a Scrabble Craze.
Twenty-Two/Five, a dictionary haze.

Sleep to the word community,
Seems like Mutiny.

Then from the deep,
Comes Novel Peep.

Anagrams of the Wheel
He has squashed with His Heel.

Now the Piper has arrived for WWF Choosers.
Oh what Joy, for those tile Losers.

A Book is the Way, declares Novel.
Then he peeped, "Never again that Puzzle Grovel.”