Pennyworth’s Arcade: Narrative Verse

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Electra Movie Camera image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Pennyworth’s Arcade

On the machine he was always, feeding
And filling its belly with his quarters,
Until, like a blowfish or bloated whale
It belched forth the monochrome contest-field.
What was the game? Let me its shape recall...
Oh, yes, was it not Southbend Sub-Riot,
From a fab-house we had never heard of,
O…