Monday, March 8, 2010

A Wii Little Poem

Race to a place -
It may be there

Wait hours in line
Keep patience intact

You will have it,
You must have it

All to find
They're gone.

Wake up early,
call around

Ask again...
Almost lose your mind

Call out of habit
expecting nothing

Wake your man
Jump and plan

Spend most of the day wondering,
all to find...

The Wii
is mine.

(a tribute to how long it took and how aggravating it was to find a Wii.)

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