The quickshot 2
In 1983
Seemed
An impossible development
Between you and me
Instead of mashing buttons
Or the stiff Atari
This fighter pilot ****
Was the best form
Of alarming.

If April is cruel
On account
If it's promise
Unfulfilled
Tell that to
Multiple
Meteor storms
Strong willed.

When they state
You can't see the wood
For the trees
Do they mean
What they're made from
Or where they live?
Makes a bit of
A difference
To the response you give
Is it covered it bark?
Or lost in the crowd?

Got my mojo working
Quite proud of myself
There were scant instructions
In the box
Some assembly required
Took me awhile
Was aware of the ticking
Of clocks
But there now it stands
Complete
By my hands
It's humming
There's a pulsating
Green light
Now what comes next?
Just strange drawings
No text
To use it
Might require
Second sight.

"Sweetie?"

"Yes, my love."

"I can't sleep."

"Oh. Well, what can I do?"

"Nothing. I'm destined to be miserable and riddled with pain until I die,
which, hopefully, won't be too long a wait."

"Come here and give me a cuddle."

"Noooo, I need my space. I'm sweating buckets."

"What if I pop out and bring us back two Mr Whippy ice creams?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, I'll be the one eating them."

"Mmmm. I like where this is going."