It’s an addiction, an affliction,
And I don’t know what to do,
For I am madly and deeply,
In love with Sudoku.
It’s unnerving, disturbing,
And I am going all cuckoo,
For I can’t take my hands off
A game of Sudoku.
In the morning, I’m yawning,
But my fingers are all glued,
To a pen on a Daily,
Immersed in Sudoku.
A passion, an obsession —
With numbers just a few,
Oh I can’t get enough,
Of this wretched Sudoku.
One to nine, how I pine,
For these numbers in a queue,
On my phone all I see is,
A game of Sudoku.
I run late, miss my date,
In a mess through and through,
My heart full of digits.
And head, of Sudoku.
An attraction, a distraction,
I sigh and sob and rue,
To be so in love,
With a game of Sudoku.
It gets worse, now a verse,
Such a long poem too—
Oh me, oh my,
All for Sudoku.
Written in 2014. No longer addicted but still love it. Know when to stop