14 October 2012
There is a game called FarmVille,
It's based upon Facebook.
My girlfriend likes to plant things,
Without the rain or muck.
As well as fruit and vedgies,
Addictions grow each day.
Her attention on her laptop,
To grow a little hay.
Her scores are rising quickly,
The levels climbing fast.
Just one more crop to harvest.
Promise it's my last.
I turn my back for seconds,
The laptop powers up.
Her appetite untempered,
A never filling cup.
The only problem exists,
It's not her FarmVille thirst.
Is that I introduced her,
As I was one there first.
FarmVille Addict • Opuss № I