Six possibilities are there,
Roll the dice if you dare,
Land on a slide, a ladder or an empty space,
We’ll watch the expressions on your face.
It’s my turn to roll,
I’m six spaces from winning,
The dice feels like coal,
My head is spinning.
A miracle is needed for me to roll a six,
All eyes on me – I’m in such a mix.
A voice in my head says “Drop the dice quick”
Otherwise you’re sure to get sick!
I’ve won, I’ve won,
I rolled what I needed!
The game is now done,
Due to the voice that I heeded!
Poetry
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An excellent poem on a classic board game. But was it really the voice, or was it all chance? O_o
Probably chance 🙂
You took a rather simple concept and expanded it, bringing it to life through words. Great job!