Camping: Game Night

I remember my first experience
With the wild game
With my family in the wilderness.
It started out the same

As always, with me picking
To buy my real estate
As a very wealthy shoe,
Who I promptly nicknamed “Nate.”

For pocket change we purchased
Some purples and light blues.
Then I rolled three doubles
And had to pay my dues.

I spent three turns in jail,
Until the mountain lion came.
Turns out the wild’s not the place
To play a monopoly game.

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