Diplomacy is a game
Where no two outcomes are the same.
Kind of like a game of chess
With seven players under stress.
Pieces scattered all about
Were making grown men scream and shout.
Former allies, glaring death
Cursed their foes with their dying breath.
That's to say, a normal day
In a tourney where Dippers play.
But not all games were routine.
Like this game that I wish you'd seen.
Chance brought us to the table,
All opponents were quite able.
We sat down and had to stare
At the lovely lass who was there.
Bright blue eyes and winsome smile:
I'd sooner trust a crocodile.
Neighbour boys were all smitten,
Asses ready to be bitten.
I, however, wasn't fooled.
From hard lessons, where I'd been schooled.
"You!" I growled, not in a daze.
"Guys, don't believe a word she says!"
Stupid neighbour, early stab,
Seeking SCs that he can grab.
She was ready, and the lout
Saw his charge turn into a rout.
I moved fast to grab my share
Ignoring blandly her cold stare.
(Never miss the chance to gain
At the expense of someone's pain.)
Her blue eyes had hypnotized
Another stooge who was not wise.
"Against them we all must band!"
Said I, not mentioning my plans.
I am innocent!" she cried.
"Look what HE did to THAT poor guy!"
"Clearly SHE's the greater threat!
"She'll crush you next, it's safe to bet!"
One guy made a grunting noise.
"You two are frauds! Let's get 'em, boys!"
Bitter rivals, instant friends;
It's funny how some games will end.
I fought her and she fought me,
We fought them into history.
Fought with tooth and fought with claw...
It ended in a messy draw.
All the others slouched away,
In quest of beer to end the day.
We stood up. I heard her growl,
"I did want you dead so you'd howl!"
"In my eyes, you're the winner.
Let's go home, I'll make you dinner."
It's a story in my life,
To tie a Dip game with my wife.