Ode to the 2600… By MCCVII (aka, The Raving Lunatic)
I trouble to recall my age
When my Atari was all the rage.
Before Nintendo and C64
My 2600 arrived at my door
It came at Christmas, oh what a shocker!
At 1.19 MHz, it wasn’t much of a clocker.
The graphics were blocky and the audio, a joke
But it helped me to learn a peek from a poke.
I played all the games my allowance procured
Most games were exciting, others more absurd
We practiced and plotted to beat all the snares
We wondered why circles looked more like round squares
I loved the games the more I played
My friends and I were quick to trade
Our greedy friends, we teased and taunted
The offered “Combat” which no one wanted!
The selection of games rivaled that of Sony
Unfortunately it was the 80’s and no one had money.
So we borrowed and traded and mowed lots of grass
By the way, why was Qix such a pain in the Ass?
I wore out my joystick from way too much play
The rubber would separate and the button decay.
The paddles were fun but they too had their flaws
Too easily stripped by our over-anxious paws!
We had classics like Frogger, Ms. Pac-Man, and Pitfall
And those less appealing like ET and Baseball.
Chopper Command, Pole Position, and Joust topped the charts.
Bluto chased Popeye as Olive dropped hearts.
Zaxxon was tough on either “A” or “B”
Flying sideways, at and angle is a pain when you can’t see.
Yar, Wor, and Battlezone were simply the best
Can’t think of the hours I spent on Swordquest
But the 2600 was topping the Hill
It was reaching its burnout as stars one day will
It shoes, neither 5200 nor 7200 could fill
The keyboards stuck and the game selection was ill!
The beast finally let out its final death roar
As Nintendo committed to ending the war.
The graphics sound of the NES were amazing
And the 2600 was sent out for grazing.
But 20 years later my friend’s still around
My blocky Nintendo has long been in the ground!
Its lines are still classy, its merits undaunted
Those of us who own one are eager to flaunt it!
We break out our games when our friends come to town
I swear I’m still the best Yar’s player around!
My PS2 gets more play. I’ll not argue, but…
But in 25 years, it’ll be “PS What?”
Poem submitted by a reader. Brilliant.