A Poem about The Magic Video Game

Games, games, more games:

Our own time machine.

Only we get to choose where we go in our virtual world.

The magic button on the game controller

That we can push.

To go far and wide

To places we have never heard of before.

To visit every character,

On each video game.

We are really going through time.

From 1983 to 2006.

 

On the computer,

With a click of the mouse,

We can go bowling in the North Pole,

Or we could golf in Hawaii,

Or we could get every gem from each castle,

Or we could shoot down bugs.

The possibilities are endless.

We are in our own time machine

Going through time on a good note.

After all, we are all angry gamers.