You Are A Sore Loser!

The first time that we played chess,
You said you'd played your very best

And yet I beat you all too soon,
But I could've gone on until next afternoon

You said it's because the pieces weren't right
And so you challenged me to another night

We played one game and I beat you then
So we started another which I would've won again

But you decided to go away
And said "we'll finish another day"

And I think it's because you wanted to hurl,
Simply because YOU GOT BEAT BY A GIRL!

* I dedicate this poem to Zach, because he hasn't beat me yet! Maybe tomorrow . . . *