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There once was a Glaswegian master
Whose endgames were always disaster,
So he sacced a rook
To get out of book
And lost in no time to a patzer.
There once was a chessplayer from Greenock
Who found that when he played his knees knocked;
The whole board would quiver,
So great were his shivers,
And he was penalised with time docked.
There once was a master from Cadiz
Who thought he was a match for Deep Fritz;
The comp was so good
He vowed that he should
Just play drunks for beer money at blitz.
There once was a player who castled
Straight into a furious assault.
Pins, windmills and sacs
Made up the attacks,
But met with calm and his skill dazzled.
There is just one line in the Dragon
Which has all my defences undone:
Has me on the rack,
Makes me play other sicilians.
There once was a little chess cafe
Where locals would invite you to play.
I think it's still there,
In Amsterdam fair,
The wonderful Gambit Chess Cafe.
There is an instructive queen sac mate,
Where black's king gets smothered at h8:
You play double check,
He goes “What the heck?”
As the queen drops in, but it's too late.
There once was a novice from Parkhead
Who let me play what I dream in bed:
With pawns on g4
And f3, no chore
Is it to imagine what I played.
No great literary masterpieces any of them, just had the notion today and came up with them on my breaks at work, feel free to ridicule or add your own. Any idiot can write limericks, although I confess I have disobeyed the cardinal rule which is that they should either be filthy or funny or both.
There once was a chess player who sucked, and sucked, and sucked, I mean really sucked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hmm. 9 syllables, 9 syllables, 5 syllables, 5 syllables, 9 syllables - make lines 1,2 and 5 rhyme together and lines 3 and 4 rhyme together. A little bit more structured next time woodshover, but...er....good first effort.
I thought it was pure genius.
There once was a top chess grandmaster
Who started to play ever faster,
Till one day he took
Two pawns and a rook
In one move; his foe went “You bastar…”
I guess nobody on here has the imagination to write limericks.
I have mainly switched to a poetry website now but one of the limericks I came up with there was chess so thought I would post it with these old ones. Frighteningly, apart from the limericks, I have written 34 other chess poems. Time to change subject....
Earlier this year I was on a roll with creating limericks for chess openings. I wrote down only the following two, unfortunately. I also had one for the Saragossa, but I didn't write it down and eventually forgot it.
There was a young man in a robe,
Who looked far too long at a strobe,
His e-pawn he pawed,
But his vision was flawed,
He ended up playing The Grob.
There once was a chessplaying cult,
Their guru a sadistic adult,
Who made them all lose,
By making them choose,
To attack with the lousy Gedult.
I think its impressive that Conflag and Here picked up a conversation they started 4 years ago.
Its a mega-bump.
This is excellence at its very best! I have to get some rest!
These are all my limericks from the various poetry threads assembled in one place:
There once was a wily tactician,
Who got into a winning position.
But then he said "Sh_te,
I've blundered a knight!
I think I need extra tuition."
A grandmaster wrinkled and frail
Was playing a well-endowed female.
Whilst sneaking a look
He blundered his rook
His features turned horribly pale.
A chess player looking so smug
Turned up at the board with a mug.
The contents within
Smelt rather like gin
And shortly the floor got a hug.
The youngster he was quite a sight
And gave his opponent a fright
But try as he might
He just couldn't quite
Give mate with his king and two knights.
I swear I remembered to lock it,
Was blasting the king like a rocket.
With forced mate in two
And nought left to do
The phone made a noise in my pocket.
Destroyed in a battle of wits,
Opponent was too good at blitz.
But I became livid
As all became vivid,
All his moves matched those of Fritz.
The president stood for election
And pulled off his plan to perfection.
He left large amounts
In Swiss bank accounts
The payments evaded detection.
Playing the best I was able
His kingside it looked too unstable.
With one crushing move
Did he this disprove
My fist smashed a hole in the table.
Excellent stuff madhacker but is the president one in by mistake?
That one was meant to be about FIDE elections
Oh, no, I'm on a roll again...
There was a bro from Formosa,
Who played the slow Saragossa,
The result was disaster,
So he never made Master,
But his rating got closa and closa.
A man on his fifteenth martini,
Challenged the engine Houdini.
The post portem showed,
That he took the wrong road,
By playing the weak Mengarini.
A farm horse was boastin' and smirkin',
That he was gonna stop workin'.
He got drunk on a ride,
And fell to one side.
The result: the attack they call Durkin.
A priest who would never become prez,
Was named el Señor Ruy Lopez.
He racked up the wins,
With his great bishop pins,
No matter what the Average Joe says.
If you are a chessplaying nerd,
With a taste that's a little absurd,
Put fear in their eyes,
With a solid surprise,
By playing the thing they call the Bird.
The name seemed to me to say PETROB,
At least in its Cyrillic script name job.
I used it to draw,
With my mother-in-law,
And even my old Uncle БOБ.
A race horse got drunk at a bar,
And tilted a little too far.
He fell to the right,
A pitiful sight.
The result: the attack called Amar.
A man by the name Preston Ware,
Reacted to an uncommon dare,
To bring out his rook,
To a3, bishop took.
No wonder a4 was so rare.
Does most of the world really love the stalemate factor?
by 0110001101101000 9 minutes ago
Don't english me!
by CrimsonKnight7 13 minutes ago
by dwporter7 15 minutes ago
even when down mass still kicking [Edited for language - Mod.]
by bunicula 17 minutes ago
Want to improve my play (aka: Not doing what I do)
by logozar 19 minutes ago
What's your craziest comeback?
by t_taylor 20 minutes ago
Bobby Fischer my chess hero
by Shah_Maht 22 minutes ago
This match is my step to greatness in the title of...
by david 25 minutes ago
One way home page abuse
by RickRenegade 25 minutes ago
Do you set up a board?
by CrimsonKnight7 26 minutes ago
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