Once upon a nightly night, while I played X- Box, O a delight.
Over one sweet and grueling thought.
While I sat, almost passed out, suddenly someone had to shout.
As of someone had to pout, pout about how I lost.
“Who had shot me down, ” I questioned “I was about to win the cost
But no I had lost!
Ah, definitely I remember it was in last September
And each chance I got, I killed the red squad and green.
Eagerly I wanted revenge: - If I got it or not all depends
From my screen of maps of happiness. Happiness from a game is important to a teen
For who wouldn’t want to play, even adults play with us teens.
But all to say is that is I always beat the green
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