Agricola
This game makes my intellect feel
Woefully inadequate
Which feeds into my underdog tendencies
But maybe I look for a way to be the victim
What the hell am I talking about?
I’m pushing wooden pieces
Across a board, building the farm
I could never hope to imagine in my wildest dreams
Life is great sometimes
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This poem begins as a downer, but ends with an upbeat 36o degree turn-about.
cool
from board game
to a real board
you can build with (really)
I love this!
Agrigola!!! Austin you should share this with our game night group. They would love it.