My holiday poem of Rage and Despair in gaming

Let me tell you a story about a Minecraft server called Super Craft Bros. On this server many people try to have fun and while others try to ruin it. This is the true story about me. I call it: The Devilishly Handsome Bad-ass vs 3 Cheap Teamers.

The story begin in the Craft bros lobby where our hero is ready to play.

"It has been so long since the last time I played maybe this time I will have a reason to stay"

He looked all around for match to be a part of

Then he saw a map he knew that he did love

He walked to the sign, "Village" it said

He clicked on it and prepared to be fed

His blood-lust was massive he was ready to go

But poor little hero, little did he know

A group of teamers would soon ruin the show.

He choose his favorite class

The pig he felt like being an ass

When the game soon started he looked all around

He saw all their weapons pointed at him on the ground

he soon re-spawned and realized the truth

all three of them were teaming he didn't need to be a sleuth

He knew his skills and he knew his odds

The only way he could win was with some god mods

So he tipped his hat and bid them a good night

And left totally pissed at the BS of that fight

The lesson in this story is turn the other cheek

cussing will get you no where and it's just kinda weak