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"An Historical Poem?"

Back in the depths of time since past
There came to a man a vision
To whack a helpless square around
The screen of his television

With friend nearby and controller poised
He twiddled and pressed in joy
"If only I'd had this great system
Way back when I was a boy!"

Whilst eating cheese by unlaundered socks
He soon broke out in song
His nose, it seems, was prominent
When he named his new game, "Pong!"

It was not long before others saw
And made their own games too
Commercial ones with coin slots in
In pubs outside the loo

Walls of bricks and alien hordes
Did come to us in droves
To feed us hungry punters with
Much more than fish and loaves

Home systems were akin to us
To the previous mentioned fillets
To play the games we'd seen outside
For hours instead of minutes

Those first few years it must be said
Gave consoles way too crappy
To reproduce those classic games
Without them looking scrappy

The best games though were not to be
Found lounging in arcades
For consoles only they were formed
The best we'd ever played

More depth could be imbued in them
More gameplay was the fashion
Experience of this gen'ration
Is sure recalled with passion

With advances in technology
The home games matched away
The arcades lost their pulling pow'r
As players at home did stay

This latest group, some still to come
Are promising things great
Our hunger still unsated craves
More food upon our plate

Back in the depths of time since past
There came to a man a vision
To whack a helpless square around
The screen of his television

With friend nearby and controller poised
He twiddled and pressed in joy
"If only I'd had this great system
Way back when I was a boy!"

Whilst eating cheese by unlaundered socks
He soon broke out in song
His nose, it seems, was prominent
When he named his new game, "Pong!"

It was not long before others saw
And made their own games too
Commercial ones with coin slots in
In pubs outside the loo

Walls of bricks and alien hordes
Did come to us in droves
To feed us hungry punters with
Much more than fish and loaves

Home systems were akin to us
To the previous mentioned fillets
To play the games we'd seen outside
For hours instead of minutes

Those first few years it must be said
Gave consoles way too crappy
To reproduce those classic games
Without them looking scrappy

The best games though were not to be
Found lounging in arcades
For consoles only they were formed
The best we'd ever played

More depth could be imbued in them
More gameplay was the fashion
Experience of this gen'ration
Is sure recalled with passion

With advances in technology
The home games matched away
The arcades lost their pulling pow'r
As players at home did stay

This latest group, some still to come
Are promising things great
Our hunger still unsated craves
More food upon our plate

very good poem, where do you get them from?
if you made this up it deserves a game!

Fogmaster wrote:
> very good poem, where do you get them from?
> if you made this up it deserves a game!

All my work is all my own
From no sources do I steal
I write what comes into my head
And hope it has appeal

Fogmaster wrote:
> very good poem, where do you get them from?
> if you made this up it deserves a game!

Apparently not it seems to me
That no matter what I write
My prose etched here in poetry
Scores nowt towards that right