Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Play With Lif3.
so here's a poem i wrote about my most beloved-ed, le sims trois (:
A plumbob hangs above their head
spinning around and ‘round
They stand in one place complaining
as their motives fall down
Green, yellow, and red are the stages in how one feels
OH NO!
A fire has started
because somebody left dinner on the grill
A made up language they speak
The social creatures they are
Look up! It’s a star!
Or
apieceofspacedebristhatwillcrashandkillyou
The magical gnomes roam the lot and make more
While your sims snipes & groans that they’d rather watch TV
versus doing chores
The wishes they wish
to buy a car, to spend a night on the town, or to kiss
Simoleons make the world go round
The pixelated babies wrapped in blankets so bound
Cleaning counters so they glimmer
And you know what they say
Once a simmer,
Always a simmer.
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