Right at the pinacle of wordy power
You sit and weigh your judgement hour by hour.
Who can forget those tussles in the past
When at the Scrabble board all were aghast
To see the heights to which Krystyna soared
No matter how the the others wailed and pored
Long,vainly over books of words, until
Inevitably bowing to your will
As sovereign lady versed in verbal skill
Whose rule is ever absolute, entire
And forces those less gifted to retire?
Against such proud display of awesome might
No player save a genius would fight
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