The little girl next to me
is playing noughts and crosses
by herself.
I’m not quite sure who’s winning
but she’s a skillful player.
She doesn’t know i’m watching,
probably because she’s
concentrating
twice as hard.
Noughts went first last game,
now it’s crosses.
I’m eager to interrupt, offer a
spare set of hands,
a new perspective.
But then again, maybe the rest of us
have been playing it wrong
all along.
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the sieve and the sand 
WOOT.
welcome to the sieve.
thanking you kindly sir,
i feel blessed to be bringing some oestrogen to such a pool of talent, let the games begin
Whatever that game is, I just lost it.
Welcome aboard! And the title is gold, though I never knew that as an alternative name to the game until now – even better.
I’m also glad to have you on the site! looking forward to reading your work…
yes beighartman, perhaps a tic tac toed response poem is called for.
thankyou for the welcomes all!
I’m all in favor of that.