He stored up glory for himself.
He surrendered to destiny.
Contrary to the true spirit
Of the simplest signaling game
Nature flips a fair coin to choose,
He kept sneaking peeks at the source.
He did not stick to whole numbers.
He said the odds are one to one.
He settled in his easy chair.
He noticed the first flakes of snow.
He saw the infamous ghost ship
And asked for an explanation.