He makes his move and hits the clock,
On my poor Kingside he's got a lock,
Down the file his Queen comes like a truck,
This time I think I'm out of luck.
His eyes sparkle as he captures my Rook,
He's playing so fast, I think he’s cheating from a book,
He thinks he's got me up a tree ,
Yeah, guess he spotted that mate in three .
My clock is running tick tock, tick tock,
I'm between the hard place and a rock ,
A quick glance at him & I see him grin,
He's ready to chalk up another win.
I’m in trouble, I know it,
This mate would be like I am getting hit,
Flag is hanging, it's my move, and yes, I saw it!
Now, it's a draw by perpetual check!