A master of the game appears
To claim his rank of just esteem.
Behind are gone the prentice years.
Ahead, instead, a waking dream
Takes shape - a vision of renown
Acquired by practice of high art
Deployed to gain the golden crown
So prized by all who play their part.
We relish at the Scrabble board
A former tyro who has scored,
By dint of skill, where few have soared,
Proving himself a timely lord.
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