There they sat,
Pens drawn like swords,
Prodding the paper between them.
Their swords sometimes crossed
As they saw a word,
Or a letter on the other side
Of the crossword they were doing.
Every day they are there,
Pens drawn,
Ready for battle,
The battle of the crossword.
Filling in the words
Until they had conquered the enemy,
The enemy of the crossword,
While enjoying their coffee and toast.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: MY wife and I go regularly to a a coffee house for a drink and we have made friends with some of the regulars there. There is one couple that sit opposite each other and complete a crossword, this is about them.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 47
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Laura🌻
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Comments7
A fine write Gold. Ohh I can't get many of the cryptic type clues.
Thanks Orchi.
Fantastic! I see that great battle of pens
It looks like that sometimes when the pens cross. Thank you PD.
Very interesting couple. Even better write. ; )
Thank you PD, looking at life can be amusing.
Brilliant piece Gold!
Interesting write GF! Also an interesting couple. 🙂
They sure are we always have a chat when we go to the coffee chop.
Used to work with some guys that did crossword puzzles every day , they were really good at them , this reminded me of them , good poem
Thank you WL, I do crosswords sometimes. One man I knew was very good, on lunchtime he and one of his colleagues were talking about the answers to a Sunday paper crossword that they both used to do and I didn't understand the answers so goodness know what the clues were like.
This is a great one! It’s a fav
Thank you Laura, most kind.
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