Just look at those players! <br />They sit and they squirm on hard, wooden chairs, <br />Engrossed in the secrets of sixty-four squares, <br />Shuffling and groaning and pulling their hairs <br />Till suddenly one of them loudly declares <br />'Checkmate! ' to his rival, and everyone stares! ! <br /> <br />The loser stands up with a grimace of hate <br />(He's never been good at accepting his fate) <br />'You were lucky! ' he snarls, 'but don't underrate <br />Me! I'll beat you tomorrow, just you wait, <br />When the chess-club opens, don't be late, <br />We'll see who's the master, I'LL CRUSH YOU, mate! ! '<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chess-club/
