Wow! Chess spam before computers. Or SPAM! 
Magnets
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
Oscar Wilde
There's one thing that's nagging me: Why does AndyClifton look like a sock puppet? Is this the result of plastic surgery that's gone awry, or is there a more sinister explanation?
Don't disdain me, Nimzo, just because I have an orange epaulette for hair. At least I don't look like Rasputin auditioning for ZZ Top.
AndyClifton
What do the mormons have to say about magnets? I've lived my whole life in Utah surrounded by mormons and never heard them say anything about magnets.
My God, are you crazy to come out and ask that question like that?! Well, now you've done it...you'd better just run (and hope you can get out of Utah in time).
Don't disdain me, Nimzo, just because I have an orange epaulette for hair. At least I don't look like Rasputin auditioning for ZZ Top. AndyClifton
Well put and don't be surprised when my secret police come pounding on your door...and BTW I don't believe Rasputin wore any medals or a military uniform
http://www.republicofwadiya.com/?gclid=CIKt8djVn68CFYdeTAod12tl1w
Thanks to the OP for starting this fun thread, but I feel a bit out of place here among these mighty poets.
To Wit ( or Lack of Wit lol ):
Sadness here for I am no Poet,
And reading the posts here don't I know it,
Yet were I a Poet my feet would show it:
Longfellow !
Sorry it was quite a distance to go for a rather old punch-line rofl.
Such a nice-thread! & (since he was mentioned) room for some of the real-stuff...
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Paul Charles Morphy (June 22, 1837 – July 10, 1884)
Percy Bysshe Shelley (4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822)
Let me modify my earler comment; Thanks to Batgirl for starting this fun thread ( I hope that this version sounds better lol ).
Such a nice-thread! & (since he was mentioned) room for some of the real-stuff...
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Brilliant! One of my favorite poems.

From the "Chess Monthly," January 1859
Magnets.
How can Paul Morphy a chess magnate be?
For magnets surely draw, not so does he ;
Drawing is what our hero truly hates
With him one sure resource is left ; he mates.
R.J.D.