It started with the count to ten
And all your pals go hide and then
You look up and take a gamble
Where to start the searching ramble
Then the finding and the scramble
To be the first to reach the jail
Then on again with the travail
Till all the boys found to a man
Except if one did kick the can
Then you lose and count to ten
And off you go to search again.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: (A game we used to play in the lanes and tenement courts as kids, before mobile phones)
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange
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A most clever wording to describe an old game I remember well. Nostalgia measures one's age and here is a game gone out of style long ago. I love your clever rhyming and meter in this work and combined with the nostalgia it gets a fave from me.
Thanks, it took a while to get right, covering the mechanics of the game and the rhyming structure and metre. Glad you appreciated that.
Jeez, don't know how much time we spent as kids playing that game. No-one plays it any more sadly.
You are most welcome brought back memories of playing it at my grandparents on Sunday with my many cousins.
What a great memory. I lost contact with the boys I played it with a long long time ago, but I can still remember their names.
Happy days, playing until dark in the long summer days. Kids can't do that now. Those were safer times.
Take care
What a terrific piece, Jabberwocky! The rhyme races along with all the excitement, strategy, and glorious chaos of children at play…then circles around and sends everyone charging off once more. Loved it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan. Kinda sad I can't play it again but I think someone would call the police if I tried.
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