Who would ever Think,
That a Creature so Bomastous as a
Coconut would ever rocket Sky-High?
With Pounding Controls,
Tapping furiously to Keep one's Pet survive
From Mario's Simple yet Sadistic Maze?
Taking Hours to Finish,
Making a Small World of Heaven
Seem like a Whole Lot of Hell
Yet eeriely Determined to Complete.
As No-One would Expect,
That the Humble Lad from Annam
Would ever Trend History
With such a Low-Resolutioned Game.
A Furious Play,
Where most Gamble now into Vice
Begging for More.
Threatening Suicide and Cause,
If they Fail to Reach the Ten-Levelled Mark.....
.....And Beyond.
Then finally this.
The Turn-Off Play.
You could not take it anymore, so you Say.
Fine.
Not that I would Expect anything More.
But I - and WE - must Respect your Decision.
Goodbye, Flappy Bird.....
Perhaps you could Fly a-gain.....
With Pillows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem