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The Game from Hell

I sullenly observe my rack
With seven vowels staring back.
I try an often-used Hail Mary,
Hooking onto R for AERIE.
I peek, then wince at what I drew:
A lowly I and U-U-U!
Exchanging tiles (You’d think I’d learn!)
I get this torture in return:
A Bingo, but I’m pained to say it,
Not a single place to play it!
I must conclude there are no odds,
But only evil Scrabble gods!

 

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