Twas months ago when I settled down

Upon my thrown of wood, foam and eiderdown.

The controller held firm in trembling hands

Would soon send me sights fantastic, from foreign lands.

Upon my right, my new computer is set

To give me stats and other things I will soon forget.

Sending pod-cast and blogs from round the world

To remind me, and tell me of what has just unfurled.

Smart phone is added, to be fair,

For witty revelations that I and others might share.

To get more scores and goals so fast and so true,

From teams ignored and unknown by me or you.

I settle back with no cares, no worries, no strife

Saying goodbye to my friends, my family and wife.

Turn on the TV, with extreme delight.

No sorrow, no sadness everything is perfect, it's just right.

Well it’s over now and  "BAM"  reality hits!

Ten months of my life spent screaming, yelling and having fits.

My fingers from tweeting, worn down, and black and blue.

My computer is kaput; beat it to death one day with my shoe.

My visions gone blurry from watching all those games.

CRAP, I just realized, I forgot my kids names.

Slowly rising and pealing my self from the settee.

I accept its really over, it’s done and I'm free.

So WFD I plead now with all my heart.

You got to save me this summer, with great shows till season's start.

Cause soon I will overlook how much I've suffered I fear.

And convince myself, things will be different next year.

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Thank you to Geoff in Philly who sent us this poem, really well done, mate.