Limerick: Salt Lake Open Chess Poem by Kim Barney
Limerick: Salt Lake Open Chess
After two rounds, I was on top,
But my good luck was bound to stop.
Next I drew, then I lost;
From contention was tossed.
A contender? No, I'm a flop.
I won my first two games, so was in first place after two rounds, with two more rounds to go.
In the third round I could only manage a draw, so I had two and a half points after three rounds. Two others had perfect scores of three wins and no losses, so I was still in a tie for third place.
Those two people played each other in the final round, and they played to a draw.
If I had managed to win my last game, I would have ended up in a three-way tie for first place, but I couldn't do it.
I think I'm getting too old for this game. Most of the other players were less than one-fourth my age and have a lot more stamina than I do.
Written 24 March 2017
Competition is good for the nervous system In my case I am, still fighting the machines at Wordscraper on facebook Still winning nine out of ten but the penalty is ridiculous for losing Still a genius but no longer a champion. But what fun in the fray. Here's to being alive and competitive. These Tom Swiftys are fun too now have fourteen and probably post two of them a day for a while.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/16/2024 3:16:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
By the way, a competitor of any intensity will always swear like a sailor tho sometimes silently