‘SCRABBLE YOUR MEDIUM’
smillew’s scrabble challenge
round four — by lucy furr and ziggy bear

lucy: did you find it?
ziggy: is this it?
lucy: no, you fool. scrabble. it’s in here somewhere.
ziggy: this one? (holding an ‘apples to apples’ game in his paws.)
lucy: scrabble is a board game. those are cards. dumb ass.
ziggy:
abble, scrabble
apples, scrapples
it’s all the same game
and stop callin me names, bitch
there’s no way you’re gonna get rich
writing for medium.coma.
it’s a waste of . . . oh, ma- —
ha! i found it!
(my first attempt at writing poetry. show me some ❤️❤️ in the comments. with apologies to anyone from omaha— ziggy)
lucy: close enough. scrabble dice. that’ll werk.

ziggy: what do we do now?
lucy: i have no
ziggy: smillew said somethin’ about grims —
lucy: ferry tails?
ziggy: what? what the fuck is carrie ann putting in your treat tray?
lucy: i’ll have what he’s having.
ziggy: he looks like marty feldman. . . back to Smillew Rahcuef’s rules. somethin’ about blowjobs.
lucy: that’s two werds! everybody’s spellling it rong. we get extra smiley points for korrect spellling.
ziggy: i got a gazillion extra points for my poem.
lucy: your poem’s shit, but not as bad as grimsbee’s.
ziggy: what a loser. he only has 367 followers.
lucy: after coach tony’s annual perge, he’ll have minus ten.
ziggy and lucy: jajajaja.
lucy: what else?
ziggy: it says here, “242 points for making fun of Grimsby Hackney in your article.”
lucy: did we do that yet?
ziggy: i don’t think so.

lucy: i’m kinda sleepy. can we do this mañana?
ziggy: okie dokie. hey, that’s my bed, bitch.
lucy: byte me.
