My alarm, it rang, the crack of dawn,
Only 4 hours of sleep, but not even a yawn,
for that morning I was ready for the ARMS Test Punch,
an hourlong gameplay demo betwixt breakfast and lunch.
I’d missed the first demo, due to making home improvements
But the second? I was here, and ready for upper-body movements.
I started it up and pressed L and R,
“Gonna kick so much ass, it’ll end up on World Star.”
Things took a bad turn about ten minutes in,
I’d racked up some losses and barely one win.
“How long have these kids been playing?” I said aloud,
Remembering it was a beta, “I’ll keep trying,” I vowed.
Like Mike Tyson I raised up my fists of fury,
Picked Ninjara, my heart rate any doctor would worry.
The round started – “hey why’s this guy level 35?
Is it because I can’t make it to 35 seconds, alive?”
But no worry, I thought, next round will be better.
My attacks seemingly as effective as getting punched by a feather.
It was 3 versus 1, against a boss named Hedlock,
We all shared a victory, despite one out-knock. (yeah, that was me)
My fiancée concerned for my sweating was normal,
While I continued swinging my fists in ways most informal.
At long last the time struck for maintenance mode,
I questioned my decision to go down this road.
On the one hand it was cool and kind of a blast,
but I got pretty sick of everyone kicking my ass.
I’ll pass on this one when it hits the store,
it’s simply not my style, but definitely not a bore.
It’ll win lots of hearts with it’s style and charms,
And that, as they say, is my Farewell to ARMS!