Oh, I punched many trees
'til I was up to my knees
In wood blocks of spruce and elm.

I made a craft table
And then I was able
To start a new mine in this realm.

I decorated my base
With a bust of my face
Which oversaw the landscape around.

Then I picked and I dug
Gave a surpised sheep a hug
And ended up far underground.

I delved very deep
And at times had to creep
To avoid all of the lava lakes.

How I longed for a farm
Where I'd be safe from harm
And could live quietly, just baking cakes.

But I had lost my way
Could not return today
And this ultimately led to my doom.

Even far from home
A good Minecraft poem
Always ends with hssssss KA-BOOM!