Sometimes sidling northward
the knights protect their king
They're off to pick some flowers
for the pleasure of their queen
The bishops preach with caution
from the castles oh so high
They pawn off slanted beliefs
while their crippled king does hide
The warriors corner the enemies' king
for victory's lust to sate
I laugh at my lunchtime opponent and say
'This time you owe the check, mate.'
Jeffrey Philip Clegg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bored-games/
