One Starcraft Protoss vs. Terran game per night
makes all my noobish strategies go bye-bye byte by byte.
One day you will all struggle before my might
and even in a decade some may take flight.

As I wage war after war, battle after battle,
Herding zealots, goons, no, carriers like cattle.

Your turrets will fail you.
Firebats will get the flu;
Your marines will sneeze achoo,
For you’re too busy at the loo,

Thinking, “Julie only does 20 actions per minute,
So even if she has a DT I’ll easily pin it.”

But there you’re wrong, my friend.
For very soon you’ll meet your Starcraft career’s end.
I’ll play so ferociously you won’t have time to mend;
I’ll have 12 gateways and you’ll only weakly defend.

If you consider the effort I put into this piece,
You’ll fly away like flocks of geese.

For my determination knows no bounds.
I’ll even chase after you like hounds.
I’ll reduce your hatcheries to mounds.
Oh yes, trust me, I will not cease to pound.

Until that fateful moment, full of shine,
Victory! is finally mine.

Credit to Julie Geng for this brilliant work.