With a great bleeping roar the game starts up

The Lights artificial shining brightly

My friend Tom and I grasp the controllers

And settle in for our pastime nightly

And lo! behold! the pixeled ball moves forth

In 8-bit glory on our brand-new screen

With ringing tone it strikes the left bumper

Then to the right bumper it now careens

Our hands sweat on the Atari controls

To the left again! And the other way!

The ball hurtles into the empty void

Of cyberspace. All night me and Tom play

Until the moment where it seems that I

With twenty-six points to his twenty-four

Have thus pwned Tom like the n00b that he is

In fuming anger he walks out the door

Of exciting games that my senses test

Pong is the one that I enjoy the best