Shakespearean Sonnet + Limerick
I found two more old poems. I did these for some forum members. These two guys were playing an online chess game, and I was spectating. The winner received a sonnet, and the loser received a limerick. That was the deal. So here they are:
Chess Winner
He makes his moves with care and skill
I patiently await his victory
Alas, obsession strikes to tease my will
My heart and mind are contradictory
His charcoal eyes I yearn for everyday
So beautiful his voice -- tranquility
I feel euphoria from miles away
Bewitching me with his ability
He sees me not -- should I withdraw and hide?
I gravitate towards him and him alone
Incessantly I search for tears I cried
The words unsaid, forever I bemoan
He fades away -- oh why did you forsake?
Sweet reverie, do not let me awake
Chess Loser
Oh dear, it sure is a mess
That Majin has lost in chess
I knew he would lose
It gave him the blues
But I love him nonetheless
Chess Winner
He makes his moves with care and skill
I patiently await his victory
Alas, obsession strikes to tease my will
My heart and mind are contradictory
His charcoal eyes I yearn for everyday
So beautiful his voice -- tranquility
I feel euphoria from miles away
Bewitching me with his ability
He sees me not -- should I withdraw and hide?
I gravitate towards him and him alone
Incessantly I search for tears I cried
The words unsaid, forever I bemoan
He fades away -- oh why did you forsake?
Sweet reverie, do not let me awake
Chess Loser
Oh dear, it sure is a mess
That Majin has lost in chess
I knew he would lose
It gave him the blues
But I love him nonetheless