Their not like puzzles,
They demand your attention,
Unlike the young
My smartphones not glued to my hand ,
Phone rings I have to March all the way back to my phone,
It’s like a boring parade
No marching band,
Me shouting,’Out of Geandma’s way I’m coming through,
No horses,
Just my family’s of cats,
Please, I haven’t time to sit around and play word game twenty-four,seven,
Or read emails,
Or eat,
Word2 is a bitch,
No descent letters,
Really annoying,
Puzzles silently await my return.
Val Whitewolf 