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.
Shared By Three
We played a game of Risk again
The players numbered five
We wondered, as we took our seats
Who would be left alive
We start the game, and after just
One round of plundering
Three players had their continents
While two, left wandering
For those who had no continents
Their hopes began to fade
The other three were gaining strength
With every round they played
For Yellow, Purple, and for Green
It seemed the game was won
Just fatten up the Red and Blue
And kill them, one by one
But then the mighty Red attacked
The unsuspecting Blue
Now suddenly, the Red was strong
The game was far from through
Four players now were left to fight
The focus turned to Green
An act of desperation
Had his forces spread out lean
The Yellow armies took him out
They barely broke a sweat
Although it seemed the end was near
There was no winner yet
The next few rounds, some sets appeared
And everyone was strong
The outcome wasn't obvious
The game was going long
We thought a winner would appear
But it was not to be
We played for hours, in the end
The win was shared by three.
