‘Twas the day before Tomodachi Life, and all through the backlog
not a game was in focus, not even for dialogue.
Living the Dream was imagined, its Miis planned out with care
in hopes that the full game soon would be there.
The Miis from the demo were all snug in their houses
awaiting who would be friends and who would be spouses.
And fans around the world and the writer at her desktop
kept checking their shipping or the download from the eShop,
when out on the Internet there arose such a clamor
I sprang onto Reddit to see people yammer.
Away to review threads I flew like a flash
opened each page to check for backlash.
The range of reviews on the upcoming game
made me check once more to see if mine came,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a tracking page saying the ship date was near,
and a timeframe sadly not showing the past
which meant for release day it would have to be fast.
More rapid than eagles they’ve been times before,
and I called to them hoping they’d surprise me once more:
Now Best Buy! now packers! now shippers! now drivers!
everyone with my copy, please don’t be deprivers!
To the end of the street! to the edge of the door!
Now dash to me! Dash to me! Dash to me more!
As packages that with quick shipping do fly,
when they meet with a delay, speed up with a cry,
so up to my house I hoped the truck would arrive
with a package awaiting me fresh from the drive.
And then as I waited, I planned what I’d do
with some old ideas and some that were new.
As I imagined my island, I pictured them now
my favorite characters together, made by my vow.
They’d be good guys and bad guys and some in between,
in purple and blue and yellow and green,
with catchphrases given to make them seem better
and mannerisms given for each new go-getter.
Their facepaint, how clever! Their voices, how strange!
When it’s all said and done, there will be such a range!
Their arrival will be marked by chaos and laughter
as any sense of order is abandoned soon after.
The pairs I imagined will be left up to chance
especially now with more types of romance.
They’ll have meetings and greetings and fights like a drama
while I give them pets like a Stand or a llama.
My drawing skills, though, aren’t quite up to snuff,
and we can’t share designs, so it must be enough.
A glance at the old game and the memories it held
soon make sure my worries are quickly dispelled.
I know it’ll be a game full of delight,
like the silliest story I ever could write,
and all that remains is for it to be here
and I can begin to make new memories dear.
I check the tracking number just one more time
and pace as I hear the next hour chime
But whether it’s early or I’m late to the game
“Happy Tomodachi Life day to all, one and the same!”
