I came home from a meeting to find the kids had been playing Boggle. I decided to see what I could do with the words on their score sheets. It isn’t poetry for the ages, but it was interesting.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Boggled
met the muse
foe not poet
tied pet pit
pen tint tins
penny
coy boy toy
oboe hot cove
timed times ten
meme beam vain
froth
sun fun run
tow pew pub
wet pave heat
den swept
neat
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