Pondering here in my Midnight Fancy
Sitting here with my homeboy Nancy.
He says, "What up Dog?" I say, "Not much G."
Then we went old school and broke out Atari.
First we tried Pong getting our giggle fix.
Bouncing a dot cross a board with such tiny sticks.
Then we tried Pitfall, splendidly gay.
Swinging from vines over crocs where they lay.
I look to Nancy and I say with glee.
This IS the best, Pac-man 2-d.
Rolling through mazes eating the best fruits.
Those damn ghost always being big brutes.
Grab the power up and go gobble them down.
They all runaway wearing such big frowns.
So before the night was said and done.
We'd racked up low scores and had some fun.