Sunday, October 7, 2007

CHES...THE MASTER GAME


The PawnThe lowly pawn,

Goes on and on,

Seeking a surrender;

The opponent's pawnMeanwhile comes on,

To try and clip her fender.

Cautiously forward,Yet steadily onward,

In slowly, measured feet,

The pawn's awareOf danger there,

Yet never will retreat.Unless, of course,

When things get worse,

She tries a "pas dansant,

"Then a pawn nearbyWill obliquely sighAnd apply the "en passant."

She may, some day,Go all the way,

Her forward file now clean,

And in fair playRise up and say,"The Pawn becomes a Queen!"



The Knight

The gallant knight pursues

the fightWith pseudo-octagonal vectors:

On stalwart steed, he doth proceed

To leap o'er nearby sectors.

And once he's got a vantage spot,

He'll settle in and mortify.

He may be fickle,

but let a pawn tickle:

You'll see the horse fly!



The Bishop

While diagonally moving on a slant of his own,

He may lurk in a corner

and pounce whilst you moan!

Bishops come in two colors, black and white;

Although clergy, they're keen for a fight

,Together, they're a steely bishop double:

So be warned: they can really dish up trouble!


The Rook
Learning his moves is really no hassle

Except that you need to know how to castle.

The rook may be upright, just like a tower,

And, like the Queen, he may make us cower.

Though he never cuts corners,

don’t let him spook you.

Just be on your guard, or else he may rook you.


The Queen

she sure gets around!

And in midst of the battle she'll generally be found.

Yet her greatest ambition is that brilliant device

Known to most players as the Queen Sacrifice,

Which is really not difficult, so I hear tell,

But whenever

I try it my game goes to . . .

Well,We can't all be Masters, but maybe someday

I'll have studied and practiced and learned how to play!



The King

No praise for the king:

Why he's just a square

Who is sheltered and pampered

through most of the game;If his men win,

he grabs the full share,

But just let them lose and who gets the blame?

!The BoardI am played upon and prayed upon,

By players proving mental brawn,

Who often get into such a state

That they start to argue and debate,

Whence I, usually in a drawer holed up,

Will then (like Arab tents) just silently fold up.

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