76. CLOWNCHILD

Look, Jack, you read my mind without permission?—made your bed,
now sleep in it. I’m sick all this tiddlywinks. I’ve got a red hot romance

to keep fanning and no time for 20 questions with essentially a ghost:
rock paper scissors, chinese whispers, hangman, pick-up sticks,

jacks, duck duck goose, charades, simon says, musical chairs, blind
man’s bluff, mother may I? and button button, who’s got the button?

full poem so far: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1r0BYA1wN41IjO22zBcwUxKwJkvoD594FarIzMcYaUsI/edit?usp=sharing