One Game

• Arnav Gandhi, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

It was one bleak winter's day
The sun was barely shining,the chill of May

Yet I was excited.
So happy I felt enlighthed.

I was going to get Mario Kart
A present for me, Finally I could

part my ball for entertainment
But my parents had made a wicked arraingment.

No game for me
I was screamed, Upsst How could my parents I could not see
THAT they had betrayed me


I never got that game
And I will forever remember the name

Mario Kart.