A Birthday Present

Being something of a poet at times, I like to give people a poem written just for them instead of a greeting card on special occasions. If you have followed me all along, then you know I’m a bit of a gamer as well. My husband’s birthday was yesterday, and this is what I came up with for him.

 

The Nerdy Husband Poem

 

I want my husband dear to know

I have a tender spot for him.

To prove it I would travel

From the Shire to Skyrim.

 

With the power of the force

Even Yoda hasn’t seen

I love him to the moons

That still orbit tatooine.

 

If I could jump into the Tardis

I’d go to our wedding day

To repeat the proclamations

Of the vows I still would say.

 

I’m glad that he was spawned

Nearest to my starting point

because we chanced a meeting

And now we’re gaming joint.

 

Together we have seen

PS go from three to four

I pray every day I’m with him

We’ll both see seven more.

 

I’ll build with him in pixels

Till the day that I am ganked.

He’s tanking, so I’m safe here

Developers be thanked!

 

I know our family’s still in alpha

But the gaming’s twice as fun.

And everybody knows that

The pathching’s never done.

 

Happy birthday to my honey!

The anniversary of your birth

Is something that is valued

More than a Triforce worth.

 

I hope I made my point

Of just how much he means.

But if he doesn’t get it,

I’ll repeat it on dual screens.

 

 

 

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Ode to the Console

Aside from being a writer, I also proudly claim the title of gamer. When I go days without posting anything, it is very likely that I have a new game, or DLCs for a much beloved game. Or I have actually been working on that novel I’m always talking about. But it’s more likely the gaming thing. . .  Who doesn’t like it when the line between our hobbies blur? Here is a piece I wrote as a tribute to my gamer chick side.

 

Ode to the Console 

 

Today must be a lazy day;

I feel it in my bones.

I hear the gamer’s call to play

in 8-bit midi tones.

The imprint in my chair

is finally squished just right,

prepared to aim my stare

at that mesmerizing light.

I’ve got all my snacks,

noms pre-packed in salt

arranged ‘round me in stacks-

don’t judge, it’s not my fault

my game system won’t pause

when in online play;

I’ll end up in death’s jaws

if I have to A-F-K.

If my boss should call,

Tell him that I’m sick.

Don’t mention at all

I think that he’s a prick.

If he says I’m fired

If I don’t come right in,

Tell him I retired,

meaning to quit I’ve been.

I heard you can make bank

Playing with the pros.

I make an epic tank

When my console hasn’t froze.

How long ‘til my pop stores cease?

In ounces, sixty-four.

Hours ‘till the new release?

ten and seven more.