Pinball
I rested the coin on the slot.
It balanced for a moment.
The moment slid and so did the coin.
The mechanical merchant counted the Copper and then began to stir.
The lights flashed on and off and off it went.
It whirred first then it whirled. The colors swirled.
You have two red buttons to your name; a plunger to push him into the game.
The gizmos twirl, and the ball rips and roars across the board.
A pawn of a ball, it pings and pongs from place to place.
Placing points, the player plays with a racing heart.
Lights flash, sound thunders.
A couple of quarters and this oblong object comes alive.
A couple of quarters and this oddly shaped box
pulses with electricity.