Old Video Game Systems
(This is a fictional poem)
My son asked me for a video game system so I gave him my old Atari.
When he kicked me in the nuts, I sure was sorry.
Last week I bought him an Intellivision.
That turned out not to be a good decision.
He taped a cherry bomb to my balls while I was sleeping.
The tremendous pain woke me up and I started weeping.
Yesterday I bought him a Colecovision and it was something that I'd regret.
He posted pictures of my tiny wiener on the internet.
Today I bought him what he wanted, a Playstation 3.
I'm glad that I bought it because there's no telling what else he would've done to
me..
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