Disclaimer: I do not own Minesweeper. There, Short And Sweet.
A.N: Please R&R, this is a very short poem, I wrote it in five minutes.
Beat Down Dan The Minesweeper ManBeat-Down Dan the Minesweeper Man,
Couldn't win a game,
He tried and tried,
To win the prize,
But every try was in vain.
His fingers bled,
On the keyboard red,
Oh what was there to do?
Should he click on the right?
Or click on the left?
Or maybe click on the two.
No he said in the back of his head
NO! I will stand and fight!
So he kept trying and trying
And dying and dying
And after all that he ended up crying
This is it! I quit!
No more I can take,
The game has beaten me down.
So outside he went,
On the rock hard cement,
Past the playing children,
And past the birds chirping,
Off he went, and went and went,
Until he reached a hole in a fence,
On past the hole, and into a field,
He finally collapsed and with sorrow yelled:
I GIVE IN
I CANNOT WIN
THE MINES ARE FAR TO GREAT!
I TRIED AND TRIED TO WIN THE GAME
BUT WIN I CANNOT
He lay down to die in a field of rye,
And was never heard from again
So is the story of a man named Dan,
Dumb Dead Dan the Minesweeper Man