The race

I downloaded a rather sizable patch for a game, during which the download speed stuttered and leaped in an unforeseeable manner. It reminded me of a race.

 

There goes the signal and the race is on!

The contestants are away, vanished, gone!

#1 takes the lead with gigantic leaps

#3 is advancing in graceful sweeps.

#2 left stuttering behind in the dust,

#4 still at the start line, thinking, nonplussed.

#1 cruises on, victory secure

The only thing left now is to ensure-

At the start line, a flash of light!

#4 disappeared, completely out of sight!

The crowd goes crazy!? Where is #4?

At the finish line already? Hear them roar!

The download contest is done, winner: #4!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new high score!

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Fat and dusty

Once there was a pig,

Who grew from small to big,

By eating everything, I mean every single bit

He and his friends, they’d never quit.

He had a rule: You snooze you lose,

“If you stay hungry, you’re lazy!” he’d accuse.

His friends thought the same, that famous Fat Four,

They’d push and shove to get more and more.

One choked on a piece of bone he inhaled,

“Hah, he died, look at how he failed!”

A three-way struggle to see who’d win,

The pig learned a new trick, and with a grin,

Ate all the air and watched by while

The others suffocated and fell down in a pile.

“I guess it’s clear who the real winner’s.

One class better than all those beginners.

Oh my, the air here is getting a bit musty…”

And soon his body lay fat and dusty.