Yesterday I “wrote” a poem about an old BBS game we play at work, “Legend of the Red Dragon”.  It was a particularly good day for my in-game character.

Two turns diverged in an ANSI yellow wood,
And sorry I could not adventure both
And be a level 6 Mage, long I stood
And looked to the forest as much as I could
To see the Dragon in his lair;
Then tried to Slaughter, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because I had Able’s Armour to wear;
Though as for that the forest turn there
Had opportunity about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no Dragon had yet burned black.
Oh, I kept the forest turn for another day!
Though riskier as some might say,
I know tomorrow I would be coming back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two turns diverged in the game, and I-
I killed Krumpet and Steve the Manatee,
And that has made all the difference.