His burning love for Xbox is forever.
Now, Xbox Live has its very bad days,
But it does not compare to the summer
When PSN was down for thirty days.
Though Xbox Live is rarely ever down,
When it is not accessible, He is mad.
On the big day that the game came out,
There was a big outage, which made him mad.
That was the first time in a very long time.
It was a rare occasion, indeed, no?
He surely hopes it was a one thing time
Because he so loves his Xbox; he knows
It is the only console he will own,
Even if a PS was free to own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem