For many days I've played a game,By CD Projekt Red.I play it from the early hours,Until I go to bed.The tale of Geralt and his friends,Would always make me dream.And waking I would often wish,To have a figurine.Upon my desk I'd let it stand,And watch me without rest.And my eyes would be drawn towardsThe medal on his chest.If I had one of those things,We'd almost look the same.Imagine if I also hadA real Dice Poker game!I'd practice so that I could beatThe noble Dandelion.(Ooh...that last line is hard to rhyme,But I'll keep on tryin!)To top it off, The Last Wish bookWould make a godly haul.I've made you this poem in return,Hope you send me it all!