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Mateuš Conrad Aug 2018
last time i went looking for this pub,
i ended walking into
the most glorious thunderstorm...
subsequently ending up in a brothel...
having forgotten to trim
my *****..." ****** "a *******
into kissing me...
   you know.... lips of a woman,
that sell much more than kisses?
begs for ****, kid, and
  the whizkid.... and your average
butcher...

         fear factory?
linchpin... great mosh-pit song...
         i marked that territory out,
so well.,..
   **** all...
herr fuchs
die kühnfuchs!

                      lost tht pub
in a electrical super surge
of a storm... esp. dangling above London?

i said thank you...
     i'd otherwise receive *******...
but my ***** were't
sought after by some
English gardener, weren't rimmed,
lost etiquette...
                     i like the 69 quasi
position to be, on the receiving end.
left without a mustache...
   of cream, pots, and candy...
    vanilla frisk to boot...
**** me...

                     i went looking for trouble...
  i came back with Jerry.
which implied doubling up,
and digging a second tier of trench
warfare...
   to encompass the Versailles treaty
to undermine the Wiemar Republic...

i came first...
now you come, second...
          
                       lassen uns spielen:
und spielen sein alle!
Some  eighteen years  ago
A  kid was  born  in Chennai
Seven years rolled  past
Time to learn  games
Papa  Rajni opted for  Chess
The kid became  a  chess bee
And  by his meteoric  rise
Became  a  whizkid,
Breezily following the
Legacy of the  legendary Vishy
Winning  tournaments at will
Always  going for the ****
Became  IM and later, GM
This  gem!
The chess lion  set his sight
On  bigger ****
Played  big  tournaments , slayed  opponents
The lion roared,  his rating  soared
Through  FIDE  circuit


The lion jumped into the  candidates’ arena
Played   uncompromising  chess,
Gukesh-the Gladiator!
And  won the right  to  
Challenge  Ding, the  Chinese  lion!
The lions  arrived  to the  lion-land of  Singapura
To match their  wits  in fourteen board  games
They  ducked, punched,  waited, pounced
All over the chess board,
Like  heavyweight champs,
Trading blows  and  drawing more,
The  match   neared  its  ******
In the  eleventh  game,
Caissa  smiled at  Gukesh
With  this win,
he was  soaring  towards  summit
Only  to be pulled  back   by
Some daring play  by  Ding,
With a  win, Ding was on song,
His  regaining  the  grit
In his  smile  was  writ.
With the thirteenth  game
Ending  in  a  draw
Increased the  tension of  chessbuffs  
Of  the universe,
Especially  the Gukesh-guys
Who were  rooted   for the
Indian victory
Speculations  rose over the fate
Of the fourteenth
Guesses and predictions made
On the possible  tiebreak games
With advantage for Ding.
No said, Gukesh
Played  the endgame,
Ended the game
Dethroned  Ding
And became  the King!!
this poem  celebrates  Young Indian Chess Grandmaster Gukesh's  win in the World  Chess ch.,  Caissa-  patron goddess of  Chess   End game-  the important final part of a  chess  game, normally with  less number of  chess pieces

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