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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

An Ode to the Online Gamer

Late at night at your computer you sit
when will you ever be done with it?

Talk shows label you unsocial and nerdy;
online gamers they say are not perdy.

Slumped in your chair, you eyes staring ahead.
Clicking away incessantly I dread.

But what to my wondering eyes doth appear?
A gamer to whom my heart is quite dear?

Well gosh and by golly its my very own mother--
the one who raised both myself and my brother.

Every time I help her she feigns computer dread,
while words like "The Google" come into my head.

But woah, hold the phone, this is no newb
sitting here and staring at the tube.

With lightning fast fingers she clicks and she clacks
clicking her left mouse button through stacks.

Not books, as it were, in Green Bay long ago
Back when Bart and Majik and Brett did throw.

But through stacks of points
her quite bookish mind flows.

Now my mother it seems, is a computer game Goddess,
dominating the scene I thought was the oddest.

But now, I reflect, it seems all quite clear.
Why my nighttime ritual is so queer.

As soon as Sandy sleeps, I pop in a movie
like my Dad did back in the 70s - groovy.

When my Netflick is over, like my Mom I now know,
I pop in a game and away I go!


My Mom's current gaming scores:





Mom, you are awesome. I love you.

3 comments:

Sandy 6/25/2008 03:21:00 PM  

Now I can see where you get your wicked skills from!

She was just telling me that the apple doesn't usually fall far from the tree.

Kurt Schroeder 6/25/2008 10:44:00 PM  

The IBMer does not fall far from the library media specialist.

ellen 6/29/2008 02:48:00 PM  

Guilty as charged!