He had so much fun
when he won round one,
erasing all his fears
of the last fifteen years.
His confidence just grew
when he won round two.
After round three I saw
that he had got a draw.
Round four, a draw just as before,
to end with three points out of four.
A tie for second place;
the smile won't leave his face!
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i've played checkers but i must confess, to avoid hecklers... i've avoided chess. there! i got THAT off my chesst, finally. well, i guess chess is as good a way [and much better than many others] to waste a weekend! (kidding) nice rhyming, teach. bri ;)