Ode To the Winning Chess Player---Or, For the Checkmated Winners
Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black chess player went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him, Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
so just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
with however badly he suffered.
To work towards a chess tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey, we're Checkmated Winners,
So just don't cause that trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Now listen up People,
We said he won't get his own money!
Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2014
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