written by Leighroy Marsh
he reached in his bag and then pulled out a disc,
that shimmered and glimmered in the afternoon sun
So…said the wizened old man to the boy…
do you like to play games?,
is it your kind of fun?
have you got the verve, and the guile and the nerve
to keep playing this marvellous game till you’ve won?
The Commander in Chief of the World was transfixed,
the hypnotic light sent him deep in a trance,
what would it cost to get hold of this disc!
he couldn’t pass up on this chance.
He stretched out a hand and took hold of the disc,
then he thanked the wizened old man with a smile.
He bid him good day and returned to his home,
as the wizened old man stood and watched for a while.
Alone in the house,
he looked at the disc,
there was something mysterious, something quite strange
he was sure he heard voices cry out from within ,
but couldn’t work out what the voices were saying.
With great expectation he loaded the game,
and gripped the controls in the palm of his hand,
he patiently watched as the credits rolled by,