T'was the day the Wii was due to arrive

T’was the day the Wii was due to arrive,
I didn’t know how I was supposed to survive.

The Wiimotes were hung by the TV with care,
In hopes that UPS would soon be there.

I peeked through the blinds, “When will it be here?” I said,
While visions of Mario Kart danced in my head.

I had given up hope, “It’s not coming today.”
I sat down with the kids and started to play.

When out in the street there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the door I flew like a flash
I stumbled on the front porch and made a big crash.

The sun was so bright I could hardly see
I shielded my eyes and was so filled with glee.

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big brown truck, it was getting so near.

With a little old driver, dressed in all brown,
I knew in a moment he’d been all over town.

The truck shone in the sunlight as it pulled to a stop,
The driver grabbed a big box, from right there on the top.

“Here is your box.” He said with a smile.
“Thanks” I replied, “I’ve been waiting awhile”.

His eyes were quite blood shot, his wrinkles were deep,
The tattoo on his calf kinda gave me the creeps.

He gave a small sigh and climbed into his truck.
I could tell from his face he’d had some bad luck.

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“May you kick Larry’s butt at Mario Kart tonight!”