NaPM April 2 2014

[cidermaid]

Kerplunk!
I draw another straw,
and one more unthawed rod
is dropped. It took me ages
to select and place my last chance.

Now it rolls
through your transparent plastic maize,
the lattice web you set.
Helpless, I meow and mew my protests;
the inevitable tumble sequence starts
and I lump thump in the wash
of victory in your eyes.

You simply rotate the numbered tray
and Arf arf a victory bark.
Your alignment was perfect,
one last marble chugga – choogas
down the tracks of your trap.
Not once did you touch
without being fully committed.

Kerplunk! I’ve lost my mind to you again.