Many thanks to all FarmVille Freaks who submitted their Holiday poems for the FarmVille Freak Winter Poetry Contest!
There were so many wonderful poems it was difficult for us to choose the top 4.
Please read the 4 finalists poems below and then VOTE for your favorite! Voting will be up for a 24 hour period and then the winner will be announced.
#1 : A Farmville Christmas-
The Holidays are here,
I can wait no more.
The lights need hanging,
Theres no wreath on the door.
The shoppings not done,
No presents to wrap.
The Spirit’s not knocking,
Not so much as a tap.
Depressed you might say,
No Sir! Not I.
Not a glum thought to be seen
in my twinkling green eye.
I happily shun
the hoiday this year.
She’s gone mad!
my family must fear.
The reason is simple,
it’s very plain.
Just give me a moment
I shall explain.
I’m too busy for dishes,
or cleaning the house,
I only have time
to click my mouse.
Three clicks per chicken,
to stuff the coop.
Mystery Eggs! to share,
Now, THATS the scoop.
I harvest and plant,
all day and all night.
Its a ribbon, I have
within my sight.
I visit my friends,
and fertilize crops.
I have so much fun,
I just can’t stop.
They send me presents,
cows, sheep, and trees.
I send them back,
Pretty as you please.
And when I get bored,
no harvesting to do,
I move everything around
and make it all new.
Where once was a stream,
surrounded by trees,
is now a big field
covered in PEAS!
I only need 100 XP,
to level up again.
Time to visit my neighbors
and be a good friend.
My family just sighs,
I barely speak.
She’s gone crazy!
Nope, Just a FREAK!
Happy Holidays from this Farmville Freak!
#2 : Twas’ the Night Before Updates
by Shylah Addante
Twas the night before updates, and all over the ‘net
The farmers were waiting, their browsers all set.
The cursors, they hovered, ready to reload.
In hopes that Farmville would soon release treasures untold.
The cows were nestled all snug in their barns,
While black and orange kittens wondered what happened to their yarns.
And chickens in their coops, and the ducks, green and ugly-
Had just settled down in their pens, getting snuggly.
When on the main page, the comments exploded,
Like lightning I clicked, and my browser reloaded!
But instead of my farm, I had to update my Flash!
I cursed my computer, and hoped for no crash.
With all updates installed, I tried it again.
Hoping for new buildings, a stable or pigpen.
When, what to my wondering eyes should come into sight,
But an unhappy cow, saying I was missing some bites.
When after a minute, the cow was still there,
I abandoned all hope, and wanted to rip out my hair.
Surely, my neighbors were already on,
Buying new decorations to dress up their lawn!
And then, in a twinkling, my farm reappeared!
And, I confess, my eyes they did tear!
I waited a moment for a the latest addition,
Wondering which of my ideas had come to fruition.
But no pop-up appeared, so I went straight to my farming,
No new boxes, or animals- it was rather alarming.
In sadness I harvested my cows and my trees-
until something clicked- and I shouted ‘Oh geez!’
I looked at the calendar up on the wall
And realized in an instant, it wasn’t the day for updates at all!
And that’s my story for the Farmville Freak blog-
“Happy Holidays to all, let’s hope for a dog!”
#3 Night Before Christmas Parody
by Jamie Gage
‘Twas the night before Christmas, all over the farm…
All the creatures were stirring, huddled near the barn;
The presents were laid under the holiday tree with care,
In hopes that Zyngas version of St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The farmers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Farmville dollars danced in their heads;
the fields were plowed and the poinsettias growing,
With all hopes on Christmas day in Farmville the sky would be snowing,
When out on the live feed there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Facebook to see what was the matter.
Away to the Farmville Freak.com I flew like a flash,
I read the new posts, comments, and chatted.
The Christmas lights bright on the new-fallen blanket of snow
Gave the lustre of the Farmville decorations below,
When, what to my hopeful eyes should appear,
But a oversized sleigh, and eight clumsy reindeer,
With a little Santa gnome driver, so cute and so stiff,
I knew in a moment it must be Zyngas St. Nick.
More rapid than farmers trying to hatch others colored eggs,
I whistled, and shouted, could the rumors be true?
What could possibly fill all those mini mystery boxes does any have a clue?