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.)