The game is on
Contestants are through
Win or loss, who sues whom,
Target your rival
With all rights and wrongs
Don’t bother the referee
He is the one you never know
He fires from backstage
He is afraid to face you
Watch the hostile moves
As the enemy do
Anticipate the quivering spells
Do not be bewitched
Force him back to his shells
Let him fire at large
His big weapons are out in the start
Show the patience, firm at position
Until he runs short of ammunition
Wait for the time he takes
Himself to a deadlock
He figures it out, but he is late
Smugly, play your trump card
Foretell the wimp
Here comes your fate
Checkmate!
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Let him fire at large His big weapons are out in the start Show the patience, Well done, cheers with 10++++ mam