Arcade Mania: A Poem I Wrote When I Was 14

When I was eight I loved the arcade. Super Mario was my favorite game. But for some reason Mom didn't allow. She thought it was not a safe place. Even Dad agreed with her. It made me mad, but what could I do? I broke my little piggy bank, And took the measly sum of coins. I was done with in a matter of hours. Now I had no money, And even the cute piggy …

…felt guilty, I was missing out on the fun. Two days later dad came home With a big surprise. He had bought for me A video game console. After some five seconds, I could not wait no more. I begged him to plug it in. It kind of brought life back to me. I played it all the time & said to myself, "Who needs the stupid arcade, When you've got one at home!"