Is My Avatar Doing Well
Grandma, I have shown you this many times! Says my grandson Bell.
He is teaching me Fortnite. I am not doing well.
Bell tosses his console down and takes mine. I watch fascinated.
The video game prowess of this kid is probably underrated.
Oh, I am the guy? I ask, surprised because I thought I was Demi not Thor.
My grandson gives me that “look” “Is my avatar doing well?” I implore
We go rapidly from Pleasant Park to Neo Titled. My head is spinning.
By the time we reached Salty Springs the other team was winning?
I am a lot better now, and my grandson comes to see what I will buy.
I get packages he needs for pets, emoji’s, things I can supply.
I am usually Demi, and Bel has grown fond of Thanos or Black Hybrid.
We play with whatever team dares play us until we asleep or fall down dead.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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