General
19 Aug 03
21 Aug 03
Sing, O muse, of woeful woe,
From within Wonderland,
I could have gained material,
but mate was near to hand.
The vile cat is a disgrace,
To the otherwise luvverly feline race,
With malevolent grins all o'er his face,
That nasty creature from Wonderland.
His queen was in a deadly trap,
That cat from Wonderland,
but his rooks were in a column,
This I now understand.
Though I grabbed an extra pawn,
Mowing it like a quotidian lawn,
Bashing his vile Dodgsonian spawn,
Still shone through the grin, not wan,
Of the cat from Wonderland.
And I resign, my head now spinning,
Still that feline fiend is grinning,
Though in our other game I'm winning,
That malevolent creature from Wonderland.