My submission to the Bad Poetry Contest

Sittin back in my easy chair,

everyone knows I’m the ultimate player.

Gameboy, X Box, PS3,

all the boys are jealous of me.

Star Wars: Clone Wars, Modern Warfare:

my Call of Duty lies in Dodondogo’s lair.

Dropping Fbombs, plantin magic beans,

it makes all the elven girls scream.

F bomb? I meant bomb flowers.

I’m an advocate of flower power.

Who wouldn’t be?

Mario and Luigi touch a leaf

and get a raccoon tail;

run towards the gap, hit “a” and sail.

Stompin’ goombahs, eatin shrooms,

I go after rings with a sonic boom.

Jump back, be ready for the fallout:

You vs. me, you’d better watch out.

Wanna play a game? Welcome to my chamber.

You know me, I’m the ultimate gamer.

It needs a title. Any suggestions?