An ode to the XBox

Where for art thou, XBOX-io? It is the East, and Fallout (3) is the sun!

When I first bough my XBox three sixty,
I saw that it was,
A night so dreary.

I sat and pondered,

Why should I,

Bring this sleek white beast,

To reside.







And as I slept and mused in my bed,
The angel of cynicism appeared and said;

My Dear Boy,
How foolish you are,
The XBox shall assist you, in your travels afar!


How? (I must have been out of my mind to say so)
I asked, as silly as I may,
Would it do so,
Turrah, Turray?



It will keep you when flesh fails,
But always remember, the Bible prevails!



And now it has dawned on me,
That come what may,
That the Bible comes first,
And only then, play!



An ode to the XBox 360


Gavin Jay Anand