29 May 2012
Pacman sat all by himself
In a maze of yellow dots
He was reminiscing
The friends he hadn't got
They used to get on famously
But now they'd all moved on
He didn't like it on his own
And wondered where they'd gone
Pinky was a drag queen
Blinky was cross-eyed
Inky was a writer
And Clyde, well, was just Clyde
It used to be so good
Their early eighties fame
His yellow self left on the shelf
Since gamers upped their game
He remembered chasing round the maze
Eating larger pills
That made the ghosts turn blue
And then start running for the hills
Well Pacman don't you worry
Sit and fret no more
As they say, there's an app for that
And it's in the app store
All his friends are with him
And it could be a new craze
If you can guide old Pacman
Thru that yellow dotted maze
Pacman • Opuss № I