Once upon a midnight dreary, while my thumbs grew weak and weary
My whole library of Zelda games laid out upon the floor
Each I conquered, fully finished, from original to "Minish,"
Yet my thirst did not diminish for a kingdom to explore
Instantly I wanted more

With my catalog completed, I began to feel defeated
And absurdly missed the heated battles waged throughout the war
RPGs, I felt, were boring, but my friends replied, ignoring,
And at once began assuring that I simply would adore
The next game to hit to the store

So they told me, with great vigor, that this new game would be bigger
Than the last hit, "Chrono Trigger," which they took months to explore
But the fighting style I hated. To attack, my turn I waited
As my enemy invaded, and did knock me on the floor
'Twas entitled, "Evermore"



And they asked me, "Don't you love it?" But I said that they could shove it
I was sick and tired of it and its "Gotcha Last" type war
Though they thought that it was uncool, I retreated to the old school
And proceeded to save Hyrule like the good old days of yore
There I'll stay, forevermore
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