A list of games I've yet to do.
A set of rules to follow, too.
Making the games with four players in mind.
And a whole lot of bugs left to find.
The idea fairy came late in the night,
With a wonderful new game idea.
But right now I'm coding my christmassy games.
It'll just have to wait 'till next year.
I'm trying hard to make a choon,
But it doesn't want to happen.
Instead I hear an awful noise,
From notes that tend to flatten.
It's hard to beat Nintendo's thing,
With all the fun times that they bring.
I hope the never fade away,
and that their games are here to stay.
A fresh start. A new hope.
Will it all go as planned?
If not, for Nintendo,
This might be the end.
The collection progresses.
The games are such fun.
Whether playing with friends,
or without anyone.
I'm sick of being sick again.
It's bad enough I'm stuck indoors.
Don't make me stay in bed all day!
I want to code some more.
I'm starting anew.
I've finished with you.
What game should I do?
I wish that I knew.
I need to stay focused.
Stay ahead of the game.
No bouncing balls, yet.
The Collexion's my aim.
The game is on my mind again,
Which gets so many likes.
The joys of all the bouncing balls,
And chunky pixel spikes.
Don't work too hard, they say.
Take the time to stop and play.
I tried to do that yesterday.
Waited for downloads all frickin' day.
Listening to an old album,
Its tracks all refreshed and new.
Crisper and cleaner than ever.
I wonder if I should do this, too?
I bought Rock Band 4 last week,
but I've barely played it enough.
Instead I just sit here, coding.
Finding the play time is tough.
Plenty of things that I still have to do,
but feeling quite proud of what's done.
The Gamma Collexion is building up well,
I hope people think that it's fun.
Another day of focused work.
The games are coming thick and fast.
Thinking clear, and coding well,
I hope that this mindset will last.
Remember the rule.
Keep the games small.
Size doesn't matter
When enjoying them all.
Sat on the couch, iPad on my lap.
Scrolling through hundreds of tweets.
I wonder, perhaps, if I follow too many,
To read all of them would take weeks.
I only started writing these
to fill this empty space.
But now that there's so much of them,
they're needing their own place.
I tried to sleep, but no such luck.
Was woken by the garbage truck.
Which drove around collecting trash,
Whilst all it's little lights did flash.