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I'd like to thank you for your game, Angry Birds,
which must be designed by truly genius nerds.
It seems like half the world is addicted,
some for reasons you may or may not have predicted.
I'm sure you made the main bird red
to plant feelings of love in my head
and gave the birds each spontaneity
to make them seem as cool as Fonzie.
Yet do you realize the true significance
of the simple sling shot's resurgence?
Forgotten for years except by boys.
Found in stores by the children's toys.
Few had seen how one well placed thud
could turn a castle into crumbled crud.
Now we are all learning angles to sling
flying balls of fury at incessant chirping.
Rather than dreaming of some violent mess
befalling enemies, causing duress,
I now dream of catapulting tomatoes
from my underground cellar into tornadoes.
I'm not one of the fifteen percent
who falls faint when blood is spent,
but I prefer your game's crash and poof
where demise is much more aloof.
I hope that the potential for change that I see
comes to the world because of thee.
What if someday gangsters preferred
sling shots to pistols for protecting their herd?
What will come next after outer space?
Some climate change ravaged place?
I'm certain you'll think of something with style
which will dazzle, intrigue and beguile...
Thank you for making phone games worth my while!
of Rhyme Me a Smile