September 13, 1985, was a great day.
Upon it a plumber appeared without delay.
Perilous was his journey to save his one true love, Peach.
Easily, though, he stomped goombas and koopas each.
Rage quitting the game was common, it’s true. But
Many a gamer still sought to come through. And
Awaiting Mario at the end of each stage,
Remained a castle that induced happiness and rage. For
In it was not Princess Peach; she was gone.
Onward to another castle where she was held in bond.
Bummed though the plumber may have been at this plight,
Rapidly he moved to the next world with delight.
Only by surviving eight worlds would he again hold
The light of his life, the princess, we’re told.
He didn’t give up and he never gave in,
Either to Bowser or his fake kingpin.
Rewards met his travels through grass, snow, and fire
Such were the adventures to which we all aspire.
Though I took a little poetic license with the name, the sentiment remains the same. Happy birthday to Super Mario Bros.! Without it, I know I probably wouldn’t be the gamer I am today.