Okay, Rei, I'm sorry, see,

Says my uncle jan.

Come with us to mini golf

Before you pack the van

On one of the last days of our trip,

We headed to 'the zone'.

For a game of mini-golf,

And some time with jan alone.

just when I start to lose hope

my luck turns out at 3

we got to the zone for mini-golf,

and boy, what did I see?

A DDR game, 5th mix,

Pumped and ready to go.

My heart leaps at the welcome sight,

And my feet yearn so to flow.

I bounce around unwillingly,

And he asks me what is wrong.

I point out the machine in there,

And say I'll play just a song.

(little does the poor man know,

I just cant get enough)

I play a starter round or two,

And go to the harder stuff.

' Mellow MM groovin mix

on maniac I play.

Hey, jan calls to me,

Let's go play golf, he say.

Reluctantly I step down off,

I eye it as I grieve,

Maybe I can squeeze another

Game in 'fore we leave

We set up for the first golf hole,

We talk a little smack.

We place a little mini bet,

The loser gives the winner a buck.

It was all a whirlwind game,

And I won out in the end.

We passed the game in leaving again,

And my buck was quickly sent

Into the token machine,

"really, one more, I promise!"

my uncle just laughs and caves,

oh, I'm loving every bit of this.

I find dancing all alone,

Btw, it's 5th mix,

I find some 4+ faves of mine,

And pull a few freestyle kicks.

I power up and beat it down,

My audience, it grows.

Newbies to the rhythm stare,

And from jan I get a 'whooaaa.'

At the end, my coins are spent,

And I can hardly breathe.

Jan asks me if I'm feeling okay,

And holds a water bottle within my reach.

I nod and grasp for it, but he

Pulls it back away.

"who's your favorite uncle?' he presses,

he requires me to say.

"you are...gimme the bottle" I pant,

and inhale the contents quick.

I regulate my vitals on the way

Back before I have a fit.

I go back to tom's a happy camper,

I've played my satiate fill.

The only thing left on my list

To do is to beat Jason, still.