A Triple on the J

A game of Scrabble she loves to play,

With never a thought to win,

Or so she likes to say.

And yet she cannot avoid a grin,

When she slips one in.

A word, I mean, that slaughters me,

Although I take such care.

And so it was when late one night,

With only one word to play,

I laid the Y to win the game,

She responded with the Jay.

She had the S, I might have known,

And trippled with the J !

I answered with a groan.

She wore a smile from ear to ear

And tried hard not to gloat.

A score of sixty six to end the game,

Was very hard to bear,

But I’m a sport and took it well,

With only some endearing words,

You would not want to hear.

Written to signify my wifes aggravating ability to slip a final high scoring word to win a scrabble game!