Quiz Night
Quiz evening.
Anticipation mounts.
Teams of 6 gather together,
head to the school hall and cram on in.
A buzz of conversation
emanating.
Laughter from one table already,
the social groups already firing,
some with wine,
some with beer.
All have a platter to snack from.
Each table has a collection of minds,
some keen on sport,
others are competitive general knowledge buffs.
I like geography.
Organisers flit about, ferrying information to and fro, ant like.
Markers waiting watching, the praying mantis of the quiz night.
MC approaches the microphone,
the rules are set out:-
no smart phone use,
put your group name on the paper,
it's a fundraiser so spend your money!
The questions begin
and I am at a loss tonight.
I don't know that or that.
Wrong on easy ones,
my team eyes
the bottom of the table
with acceptance and hilarity.
We develop a devil may care
attitude, it is of no help and
we produce some scores and
neither stay on the bottom rung
for the booby prize
nor climb far enough for a place
We all have a fun night out anyway.
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