Whispers hushed upon from fellow gamer,
“Brother we live as his retainer”,
Hymn’s echo down the chosen aisle,
as the crowd adjourn in single file,
The cloud room not but lay silent until chapel doors slam violent.
“Together we prayer upon his chair”
the Priest declares onto compliant stares,
as he turns to B-L-J up big, grand case of stair,
and look upon his shunned, crying heir,
“My sons gathered here in jury,
See the one who dares to question, one to query,
be this a lesson to those who's faith un-purely,
for he shall receive Doug Bowser’s Fury”.

I stand in plea, under coconut tree,
"Two visa I need, to Donkey Kong Country",
We shall return to thee, return in 3D.
Return eating banana with big monkey.
Miyamoto don’t concern, Miyamoto don’t cry,
for we, my friend, are booked to fly.