He surfaced just six years ago
At once at the top of his game.
Right away a master, you know,
Only who knows just whence he came?
Little is known of this strange man;
Do elucidate, if you can.
Some of us think he's lying low,
Trying to hide from those he knew.
Ever the questions grow and grow;
Verily, the answers are few.
Even money, his name is fake.
No one who's wise would that bet take.
So tell me, just what should we do?
This news is not supported by good evidence.: -) Just keep playing him and his score is bound to increase.: -) Good poem.
Notice the smiling faces. I remember one time when my dad was playing one of my brothers, and was taking a long time. I remarked: The great stone face. That brought a smile.
What are you talking about? This is not fake news at all. The evidence is all right there on the USCF website. Of course his score would increase if he kept playing me, since he is rated more than 500 points higher than me (unless I were to win a game) !
My older brother knew my weakness at chess. Take all the time you possibly can and Wes will get bored and start over-using his imagination. He never could touch me at checkers however.
Modern chess is played with the use of a chess clock. Each person has the same amount of time to make all his moves. If you run out of time, you lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a bad sport poem of no shaking of hands after the game because he probably thought he was to good for you even though {I will give odds of 1 to 100 } he will never be your mate that mystery son of maybe deep blue? ..........well penned.