The Wordle Friends are anxious to wrap it up, just like imprisoned activist Nelson Mandela did on that fateful night in the 1980s when he set down his copy of the Bernstein Bears and died peacefully in his sleep.
With only 5 games remaining in the month, the race between the Wordle Friends narrows not unlike the osseus hand of the reaper tightens...
Late on an early spring Sunday the Wordle Friends may be unpunctual, but they remain as sesquipedalian as ever, and so the game weathers...
The Wordle Friends decide once and for all whether snails are cute or ick.