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Black and blank; checkered boxes
Numbered row; lettered column;
Sixteen pieces for each man,
Standing still, ever solemn
All in balance from the start,
White goes first, then black in turn
Make your move - make it smart
If you fail, you’ll surely burn
If you fail, be sure to learn
Take that piece, and I’ll take yours
Then, we’ll end up back the same
Think of what I think of not -
That’s the object of the game
Try your best to foil the trap
My rook is in a prime position
Hit me hard when I have slipped
Split the looming coalition
That will lessen my ambition
Endgame comes and we are tied
Fun is finished - now, survive
Do not back into a corner
Save the pawns and you will thrive!
Checkmate, man. The blow is stricken
Queen and bishop make your cage
A nice time, I had with you; I’m
Glad to see you have no rage
One day soon we’ll re-engage
- by Hanzo Shinshiro |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/18/2011 |
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