Game On

The next challenge is set.. hhmmmphh game on Enter contests he says. But they're boring by the third attempt at rhyme And my mind cannot keep time. Nor does it read all the bits you must master and err is prevalent if you review my disaster Summer is not my flavour as autumn I am predisposed... but to choose one of plenty I cannot be told. No! He says, that is not the task. Choosing one is too easy For the mind that you grasp Enter all .. ALL! Holy crap are you mad! Its the challenge I've set Now begone. What a ratbag! Irked, quite assuredly I lay there and pondered Is he truly serious I wondered? As i fought with myself on anothers ideas I perused all the lists rather than smack his ears. And binary became the attraction so clear that i dragged my sorry butt out of bed and now i am here.