I chanced, this morn, as I awoke To glance outside, and this was wrote: A game that lingers with little flair A game about which few do care Is it really, really fair? That such a thing should take up space And suck attention from the human race? Wrote, this was, upon a cat, Who looked most saddened, and with that He puffed out his tail and turned incandescent! Off he ran, to Mornington Crescent.
You meany! There's plenty of us that are really enjoying this game. It doesn't need 20 entries per day to be appreciated, you know? Poets need time! I'm cross. So there.