Setup: The following poem refers to a board game called "Risk", in which multi colored game pieces representing armies are placed on a map of the world. The goal is to take over the world by handing in sets of accumulated cards that increase your armies, and by eliminating opponents through strategy and luck. Attacks are carried out by rolling dice against the defender's dice. I always play the red pieces.
In this poem, two players did not show up for the game.
Just Stay Home Instead
They came to play a game of Risk
Not all of them, just some
No way that they could realize
The slaughter that would come
Those who stayed away were smart
The blue ones and the black
They spared themselves the trauma
Of the Reds' coming attack
The cards were dealt, the armies placed
The war set to begin
The players ready, wondering
Which one of them would win
The dice were thrown, attacks began
As armies start to fall
It soon became apparent
That the Reds would win it all
Their courage quickly turned to fear
When Red controlled the dice
They'd soon be running for their lives
Like frightened little mice
They begged for mercy, all of them
But little did they know
There was no mercy coming
Only death, painful and slow
As one by one, the others fell
Succumbed to the Red horde
Just like the blood that flowed from them
The Reds covered the board
The dice, they now lay silent, and
The enemies lay dead
The game was done, no armies left
All gone, except for Red
It wasn't luck that won the game
That is what some would say
But skill and strength and strategy
And knowing how to play
So if you think you can defeat
The mighty armies Red
Do like the black and blues have done
And just stay home instead.
