Donkey Kong

I'm having to save a lady from an ape that's strong. He throws barrels at me and his name is Donkey Kong. I have to ride on elevators and conveyor belts to climb to the top. But Kong keeps stealing my girl, that big gorilla won't stop. It's a never ending battle or that's how it seems. I have to smash fireballs and dodge jumping I beams. By removing eight rivets, I caused the structure to collapse and Kong fell on his head. I'm trying to save a girl with skin so white that she looks like she's dead. Now that I see her up close, she's even less sexy than Al Roker. Kong can have her, I don't want a girl who looks like the Joker. (This poem was inspired by the arcade game that was made by Nintendo.)