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