Today is World Poetry Day, apparently.

So, share some prose about your woes
your highs, your lows
really, anything goes
We'll see what flows
use your fingers or your toes
and who knows?
you might be spared the hose
strike a Buffalo Bill pose

♫ Goodbye Horses... ♫

I don't know, maybe this can be some kind of contest or something, I have a bunch of keys I'm not using. They'll all crap but hey, make a good showing and that could be YOUR crap. There will have to be some sort of grading criteria, prolly but, let's just make it up as we go and kick this thing out the door!

1st Prize: any $10 GOG pick gifted by Yours Truly & fist dibs from the list below.

2nd Prize: any $5 GOG pick & second call off the list.

3nd Prize: your pick of anything left by the first two. Thems the breaks.

Up for grabs:

Car Mechanic Simulator 2015
Democracy 3 Collector's Edition
Out of the Park Baseball 17
Train Simulator 2016
Environmental Station Alpha
Elegy for a Dead World
Road to Ballhalla
Rocket League®
Dead Island: Game of the Year Edition
Dead Island Riptide Complete Edition
Shadowrun Returns
TransOcean: The Shipping Company
Avalanche 2: Super Avalanche
Retro City Rampage DX
INK
Sentinels of the Multiverse
Penarium
Superfrog HD
Worms Pinball
Worms Crazy Golf
X-COM: Apocalypse
X-COM: Enforcer
X-COM: Interceptor
X-COM: Terror from the Deep
X-COM: UFO Defense

(plus various additional crumbs loitering between other cushions)

All on humble. Steam keys, prolly. What I am thinking is that we pick a first second and maybe like three honorable mentions or something? Presuming anyone even participates. We can use the W̶O̶R̶S̶T̶ BEST form of collective decision making to select the winners; Democracy! I'm thinking we can lest this ride through the weekend to to give as many people a shot at the !!FUN!! as reasonably possible.

I shall submit an entry haiku:

Train Simulator
All the lovely noise, no smells
Yes? If you so please?

Ay, carumba
I lost your numba
So I never returned your call
But don't curse
It could be worse
I might have never thought of you at all

Oh that's sad
Some of them are not here and that's too bad
But the list has no GOG games, So I am not in.
Thanks for giveaway and good evening/good morning.

Always remember
Never forgetti
mom's spaghetti

Creature of fluffy stuff
It's so pink and tough
But its life can be rough
It sings, you sleep, it huffs
It draws on your face, cause it's mad, it's Jigglypuff

I'd like to be in for Rocket League. ^^

I'm in! I'm in!
... Did I win?

I'm in - wanna give Elegy for a Dead World a go!
(Poetry are attached below)

I'm not in,
but if I was, I'd win.
:p

Still, kudos to you,
For gifting this crew,
That their wishes for games come true.

A poem competition, eh?
Well, I'll join, but I have to say,
Although I can decently make my way,
I've never been that great at rhyme or verse.
But hey, it could be much worse.
So I'm IN for Sentinels of the Multiverse.

A little ditty that say's
I'ma witty little ratty
who can batty all the
waya down the tracky.
Anda notta inn for a
ditty of a game but
it'sa pitty that is,for a
little ratty...who is nota
batty:)

Another one:

hello mom hello dad
I got fat
because I ate
creme brulee
and microwaved
pizza wraps
does it rhyme ?
or is it grime? like a mime
craft an alpine
llama that spits slime

I'd definitely be in for Rocket League
as the game has filled me with much intrigue
but alas, I'm as drunk,
as a stumbling skunk,
and likely couldn't play it due to my drunken fatigue

My attempt at a limerick. I'm currently at a conference, and this is the best I could do after a night of "networking".

She tried to RUN a stocking RUN RUN, which was to RUN along the river RUN where no cars would RUN but did not RUN because she forgot the RUN sheets

Nice idea for a GA, +1.
I'm in for Dead Island Riptide Complete Edition, please.

It's hard to write poetry, even more when it's not in your birth language ! Here is a little poem in a Lovecraftian style, hope you will enjoy it.

The Thing in the Shrine

Beyond the old walls of my village
There is an abandoned church for ages
There is no hymnes, no celebrations
Only the echoes of a quiet desolation
No prayers to the Heaven
Just the memories of a past forgotten
But buried under the nave
Enchained as a slave
In a putrefied tomb
Something is waiting for its doom
So you who read these lines
Never wake up the thing in the shrine.