Poem 390 – Traitors

Tricky decisions have to be made as
Round the round table divisions are played.
Against one another in plotting and scheming
In devious manoevers, of success they are dreaming.
Tripping each other with unfolding feelings
Of who they suspect of foul play in their dealings.
Respect has no place as they race to the gold,
So gather your wits or be left in the cold…

New Year, new series of Traitors, and once again we’re hooked.
(09.01.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Tyler Quiring on Unsplash

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