Long awaited Sixth console for home
Hid a year, at last again will show.
Two thousand twelve - the land the Angel’s own.
The Wii U’s secrets then to all be known.
Let loose from old Nintendo’s wonder well,
free to impress, to please, or to repel.
Tablet controller, leaving luck to heaven,
may you hush the critic’s doubts forever.
Call the fanboys, haters, trolls and drones,
Call every name now mocking Big N’s Fifth,
Prepare their bodies, for Nintendo’s Sixth,
And this time watch them not so soon dismiss.
Let all that at N’s hardware swear a curse
Find N’s hand reaching deep into their purse.
Find them the gamers newly light and jolly
With tablet held in hands joyful, not sorry.
Hardcoreishness, it seems was made to drift,
where ever hardcore seems a rightful fit.
While hardcore makers today elsewhere stand,
in Eighth woo’d over by Nintendo’s hand.
Forget not in those mixed up nineties days,
that hardcore then eagerly turned the page,
From stalwart Sega and Atari’s age,
to Sony’s varied, novel, star-born stage.
N wanders too, where secreted she stands,
In dreadful orchards, reaching out her hand.
To those who say the bite is sure to come,
to them the faithful say, ‘your brains are numb’.
The watchers watch, but watch convinced of lies,
the hand they watch is tricksy, old, and wise.
In ‘twelve the Triple-E shall be a-gasp,
what seemed N’s weakness, is but just a mask.
Friends, old rivals, joined in single task.
To drop the Bomb, we and you’ll feel its blast.
Avast! To oceans blue N’s ship ‘gain sails,
the wind behind N’s Wii U shall not fail.