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.
The Mighty Armies Red
It was another game of Risk
They came from far and wide
They all showed up, it was a night
That no one chose to hide
We placed our pieces on the board
And we began to play
A quick attack, then take a card
Like any other day
The Red and Blue had continents
Eventually, Green too
The Purple, Yellow, and the Black
Didn't know what to do
Then Purple tried to take Europe
And got it, he did well
He held it for a while, but then
The Ukraine finally fell
He got it back, and thought that he
Could keep it...what a fool!
He lost the continent again
And then, he lost his cool
He launched a suicide attack
Because he was so pissed
Against the Green, who sat and fumed
And clenched an angry fist
The fight, it devastated them
The Purple, and the Green
This made the Green get more upset
Than he had ever been
"My goal in future games is clear..."
He vowed, with his last breath
"...From now on, Purple will be first
To feel the touch of Death!"
This made us laugh so hard our guts
Were jiggling like jello
Because we knew, the first one out
Like always, would be Yellow
And sure enough, the Yellow died
Before he could cash in
`Cause we all know, that "yellow" means
"The opposite of win"
So then the stage was set for Blue
To try and win the game
His army placements were all wrong
His strategy was lame
And that began what some would call
The Dominoe Effect
The Purple fell, and then the Black
Just like one would expect
So in the end, just who remained
With all the others dead?
The winner of the game, who else?
The Mighty Armies Red
