Briana L.

Dare Jenga

Shining brightly down on the table,
The sunlight illuminates the Jenga label.
Nervously waiting for their turn,
Camper’s nerves cause stomachs to churn.
The loser will be cruelly dared.
Their dignity shall not be spared.

A bead of sweat trickles down his face.
His heartbeat suddenly doubles its pace.
While listening to the clock tick tock,
He carefully inches out a Jenga block.
And now his fate lies with nature’s governing force.
He hopes gravity won’t leave him with remorse.

The others pray the tower will fall,
But he hopes it will remain standing tall.
He tightly closes his eyes in fright
As the tower swings left and right.
He senses the collapse before he hears
The tower’s crash, followed by the crowd’s cheers.


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