gameBoy wrap

Halo 4 on xbox 360

PlayStation 3

Nintendo to Wii

really don’t mean jack-50

to the inner child in me

 

this gameBoy’s not dead

my console’s hardwired

in my head

 

I see them clear as an X-mas day

 

Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots

fighting the Battling Tops

in the same ring

G.I. Joe and a Yo-Yo

defending freedom; free spinning

Tonka makes great trucks, you know?

to play with out in back

Hot Wheels fly and loop-dee-loop

down orange plastic tracks

red monkeys from a barrel

want to hang, dangle and fall

like that little silver ball

in Mouse Trap— snap!

 

Halo 4 on xbox 360

PlayStation 3

Nintendo to Wii

really don’t mean jack-50

to the inner child in me

 

this gameBoy’s not dead

my console’s hardwired

in my head

 

Tinker Toys to Lincoln Logs

Meccano, Erector and those Lego blocks

had us building stuff with gusto

wearing grandma’s handmade socks

my sister baked a brown manifesto

in her little Easy-Bake Oven

hockey stick, a baseball glove

the Trouble dice a-poppin’

we got a new boardgame every year; to share

like that big ol’ wood toboggan

but I wouldn’t play Barbie, man

not even with Ken in my hand

maybe with G.I. Joe, though

 

Halo 4 on xbox 360

PlayStation 3

Nintendo to Wii

really don’t mean jack-50

to the inner child in me

 

this gameBoy’s not dead

my console’s hardwired

in my head

 

Lite-Brite thingies up my nose

who did that, do you suppose?

Pick Up Sticks, Slinky, Ker Plunk

Operation Etch-A-Sketch

my Battleship is sunk

what’s your Clue, Silly Putty?

is she a Mastermind?

time for Crazy Carpets, buddy

on the big hill out behind

what? you got a Penny skateboard?

hah! you can’t use that until summer

dude, isn’t that a total bummer

my mom says it won’t be long, ’til you break your Stretch Armstrong

 

Halo 4 on xbox 360

PlayStation 3

Nintendo to Wii

really don’t mean jack-50

to the inner child in me

 

this gameBoy’s not dead

my console’s hardwired

in my head

 

I’m Sorry! gameBoy wrap is done

memory still full

no AA’s needed

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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