Just In Impression

The seats are sat, pints are poured, poultry pulled,

While the wagers are placed—all bets are set.

The warmth flowing from a wine freshly mulled

leaves little for sole players to regret—

a war waged, crowning a victor this night. 

And a family strong, we each will rise 

to battle wit vs. wit, proving thy might,

for we each do solemnly seek the prize—

but a board set to four, rivals are forged,

and, as blows aimed low do fracture accords

a fury of frustration thus disgorged

from whomever is the one underscored. 

When the loss boils over with anger,

We proudly raise our glass to the victor.