Faith like a mustard seed
Or perhaps a piece of grain
Filled the player in his phase
Of eager learning skills …
But, then his approach went stale …
He’d become really far too blasè,
A little arrogant perhaps let’s say,
Attached he was, to his awesome skill.
Useless was it to tell him,
That the key to his future success,
Was not just playing up to scratch,
He needed to reach a higher level.
With a glint of fury in his eye
His haunty complacency soon fled,
He lost his title of world champion …
She thrashed him with a single word!