If Morphy had played Kasparov it would have proved the
malleability of the space-time continuum and humanity would still
be trying to make sense of the new development. Chess would be
used as a model - but found lacking due to its sequential turn-based nature.
"What man could defeat such a beast?"
Groaned Kaspy in utter defeat
"Incredible skill
That fish has the will !
Crushing all in it piscean teeth!"
these limmericks really bite... they're supposed to rhyme. and kasparov would destroy morphy, which would be a wonderful thing. lol
these limmericks really bite... they're supposed to rhyme. and kasparov would destroy morphy, which would be a wonderful thing. lol
Limericks rhyme a,a,b,b,a
So please listen to what we say:
Post again in boring prose
And we may yet come to blows.
Debate no more; with rhymes we play.
this thread just got a little bit crazy,
i'd read all your poems, but alas, i'm lazy
My slothful friend, what will you do
When people ask you "Where were you?"
(In the time that chess.com
Became more fun than femidoms.)
So read the posts, don't be so blue.
[Man, this has turned to crap, I'm going to bed...]
If I give a penny for your thoughts, about who would win
you probably wouldn't want my two cents after then.
So I'll keep all three, saving for a time machine
to bring Paul here first, for theory to glean.
I'd pick up Gary and we'd go back 20 years,
when the chess world was his, before deep blue fears.
We'd find a quiet place to set up a match.
Could one game really settle our itchings to scratch?
To me, that would only be fair, no matter how they fared.
For how in one game could these greats be compared?
I'm not a betting man and I am not really sure who would win,
I would just like to see them play, but my time machine is broken.
I travel through time and space, quite backward, yet only forward.
It seems it should be a simple fix, yet my attempts are absurd.
Maybe instead, I should give away those three cents...
If you've come up short, just take one, the world could use less ignorance...
Oh where art thou my friend
Art thou busy with your nano engine that don't seem to blend
Praising it like an emblem
But ain't got a consistent system
Choosing a game as great as it take
Turning instead into a comedial bait
From serious to funny state
A poetic classic.
"
| I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- | |
| dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding | |
| Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding | |
| High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing | |
| In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, | 5 |
| As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding | |
| Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding | |
| Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! | |
| Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here | |
| Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion | 10 |
| Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! | |
| No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion | |
| Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, | |
|
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion." -- Gerald Manley Hopkins I felt like a real poem needed to be posted. |
Okay. You understand that we were posting limericks, not real poems. Also we wrote them ourselves, not pasted in; they related to chess or the forum thread so far. That was just irrelevant rubbish. If I were you, Yereslov, I would stick to your regular trolling - at least it can be entertaining.
Please define "real poem."
TL;DR.
Pretty pitiful....Yereslov's bet attempt at rhyming verse is...uh...to copy someone else's....
You have a brain the size of a pea.
Copy: To follow as a model or pattern; imitate. See Synonyms at imitate.
This is the original poem in its original state. Do you see my name at the end of it?
Pretty pitiful....Yereslov's bet attempt at rhyming verse is...uh...to copy someone else's....
You have a brain the size of a pea.
Copy: To follow as a model or pattern; imitate. See Synonyms at imitate.
This is the original poem in its original state. Do you see my name at the end of it?
He meant duplicate not, claim for yourself...
"In human-computer interaction, cut and paste and copy and paste are related commands that offer a user-interface interaction technique for transferring text, ..." - this being a computer and that being the technique you used, COPY was the correct term.
Pretty pitiful....Yereslov's bet attempt at rhyming verse is...uh...to copy someone else's....
You have a brain the size of a pea.
Copy: To follow as a model or pattern; imitate. See Synonyms at imitate.
This is the original poem in its original state. Do you see my name at the end of it?
He meant duplicate not, claim for yourself...
He is an idiot either way.
"In human-computer interaction, cut and paste and copy and paste are related commands that offer a user-interface interaction technique for transferring text, ..." - this being a computer and that being the technique you used, COPY was the correct term.
You are trying to state what he thought. That's a fallacy. There is more than one definition for the term "copy", but I'm not going to get into an argument about this.
Morphy will win X when Y is the amount of games played.
And I am pretty sure it's spelt phallusy.
this thread just got a little bit crazy,
i'd read all your poems, but alas, i'm lazy