Poetry Is Not Necessarily My Forte

Today is National Poetry Day, and to mark this ground-breaking, monumet-crushing, planet-annihilating event, I've produced a poem based around this year's obligatory theme: Games. Read this and understand why poetry is not necessarily my forte. Also try and make sense of it.

The Game Of Life

There is no box.
There is no picture on the box.
There are no pieces inside the box;
          they lie scattered.
There is no indication
          of eventual completion.

There is building upwards.
There is climbing the ladder.
There is fear of falling.
There is fear of snakes.

There are obstacles.
There is advancing one step at a time.
There is making it to the other side –
          King me.


There is no box.
There are pieces missing.
There is no logical solution
          to the mystery
 other than finding Professor Plum
          in Old Kent Road
                    with the Funny Bone.