At first you were bragging about your skill
And I just smirked and focused on the board.
Everything was good in the game until
You captured my queen with your claymore sword.
You laughed and said, "I'm really good at chess,"
But I didn't care, I just stared at the squares,
And said quietly, "I couldn't care less."
Just then, I had a plan to get your mares.
I captured your horses and laughed out loud,
And you started losing your tame temper.
Right after you got over your mad cloud
of anger, you saw your king in danger.
At first you thought that you were really great,
But I had the pleasure to say "Checkmate!"
Shakespeare. Shakespeare's sonnets. London, 1899