Mario 3-2

Mario 3-2
By D

I sit alone, quite late at night,

Before my TV, warm and bright,

Beside me, cans of mountain dew

As I play through Mario world three dash two.

I made it this far by the seat of my pants

And now I have but a single chance.

I knock a koopa, push his shell,

And send three goombas into hell

Leaping high, I reach a block

And with my head, give it a knock.

Out comes a mushroom from the top;

My size increases with a pop.

Running now, I find a star:

Oh what luck I’ve had so far!

At frantic pace, I speed around

And barely even touch the ground,

But even as I gaily run,

Alas the music’s quickly done.

I hit a koopa, one that flies,

And straight away I lose my size.

But wait! The end is really near,

It doesn’t seem there’s much to fear.

I hop, and skip, and squash and fly,

But as I come down from the sky

I see a pipe within my stride,

And a piranha plant, its mouth so wide.

 I cannot stop, I quickly fall,

And let the creature end it all.

The screen turns black, sad music plays,

“Game Over” the only thing it says.

I shake my head and view my score,

But before I start to play some more,

I get up briefly, to take a pee,

And regret I didn’t reach three dash three.