A match between me and my parents
My dad always wins,
For he is too darn clever
To allow anyone else to win.
I even tried playing it
With my mum alone;
But, alas, my father still won
The game for some reason.
I enjoy playing Trivial
Pursuit in the evening.
It helps me to relax;
More than if I sing.
But, alas, I’ll never win a game
While my father’s still here,
For he has excellent general knowledge,
Enough for him to beat you.
So tonight I’ll play a game
Of Trivial Pursuit.
In fact, to play against me,
I genuinely challenge you.
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