Nestled into my comfy little chair,
Graphics loading on my computer –
Brother waits for me to join his team.
Our rivals don’t have a prayer.
Teams of two, here we are
Arrogant player asks if I’m a girl.
I reply, “Why, yes I am.”
“Lol” he says before we spar.
Sly little smirk creeps on my lips,
Brother gone quiet,
Knowing what happens next.
My ships from behind, they slip.
Victory appears across my screen,
Leaving us the standing team.
Underestimation was our advantage,
Watching my rival’s base crumble at the seams.
© Susan Reed | Focal Breeze
This poem was written in response to today’s Daily Prompt: “The Perfect Game“
Thank you so much for stopping by and reading my poem. 🙂