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.
The Daily Travesty 