Bulbasaurs (Based on Daffodils by William Wordsworth)

I wandered slowly in a crowd,

and often stopped to check for spawns,

when all at once I saw a cloud,

of nearby, new-spawned Bulbasaurs!

Inside the park, beside the stream,

frowning and taunting on the screen.

Random as the rain that falls

and soaks the trainers hunting bugs,

they appeared at spots along the trail

unfazed by bumbling, real-life dogs.

Seven I caught, that day, in all,

each with a well-aimed Pokeball.

Kakunas, I had scores; but they

out-did the humble grubs ten-fold:

A trainer could not but keep play

with such steals to catch and hold.

I caught -- and caught -- but little thought

what cost this game to me has brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie

in vacant or in pensive mood,

my phone vibrates against my thigh,

disrupts the bliss of solitude,

and then compulsion in me grows,

and sucks me back to Pokemon Go.