Having just finished my class on Shakespeare's sonnets, and approaching 1 year of ownership of my PS3, I'm feeling rather poetical (I own a 360 as well).
Oh PS3, why dost thou tease me so?
More power than a gamer dares to dream,
And yet, though I have searched both high and low,
Exclusive titles a few and far between,
And when we see them - I mean, come on: Lair?
Or Heav'nly Sword? It is no Bioshock,
No Gears of War, and to Halo, it can't compare,
If gaming's a sea, PS3's still in the dock.
And yet, somehow, I manage to love it so.
No red rings of death, and lovely interface,
And Blu-Ray is quite neat, I'll have you know,
And the visualizer always brightens up my place.
And yet, third in my heart, you might just be -
You are not yet a 360 or Wii.
Oh PS3, why dost thou tease me so?
More power than a gamer dares to dream,
And yet, though I have searched both high and low,
Exclusive titles a few and far between,
And when we see them - I mean, come on: Lair?
Or Heav'nly Sword? It is no Bioshock,
No Gears of War, and to Halo, it can't compare,
If gaming's a sea, PS3's still in the dock.
And yet, somehow, I manage to love it so.
No red rings of death, and lovely interface,
And Blu-Ray is quite neat, I'll have you know,
And the visualizer always brightens up my place.
And yet, third in my heart, you might just be -
You are not yet a 360 or Wii.
