Wow, I’ve never played Scrabble with a sort of theme to it, but that’s just the way it worked out! Here’s a poem using all of the words Stephen and I made.

When the queen is done braiding her hair
with a zig and a zag
it is time to drop
the magic key down to her guru
who arrives on a mean donkey pulling a cart.
As she awaits, she wonders, is it a crime
to lust for her enlightened one?
Having failed to find the bottle
or the jug groovy enough, she has hired
this guru to stir up the rotten webs
that have clouded her heart.
Somehow, she fell in love with him
and as per their usual three o’clock tryst
he will catch the fallen object, but
before he reaches the window
(where a sumac fails to hide
the secret door to the tower completely)
the donkey is startled by a pair of oxen.
The guru is filled with ire
and flogs the poor animal, reeling him in
as if he were koi fish in a lake.
When this happens the queen, lusty
for her suitor, seals the impatient moment
by throwing herself from the window,
hoping to be neatly out on the cart.
Instead, she misses and kisses the street.