My son was after my life,
to write a poem for him.
When I asked him the subject
It created a rife.
He gave me a laptop,
He gave a bey blade
He gave me a topic
of nothing which I made.
He planned I write of 'clash of clans'
But it screwed my empty head.
It went all down in the drain,
And made me half dead.
I never knew that it was a game,
I thought it was a stance .
This clash of clans was a stupid thing,
And I was taking a chance.
I felt like an angry bird,
with my bits and pieces swirling around.
But,it was the charmander on the T.V. ,
who was making the nasty sound.
I fought like the ashen Ash
With the pokemon,
By this time my patience,
had fused my brain gone.
A sudden stark realization
occured, then, to me.
It is only this generation
Who can be gadget friendly!!!
