The Mess I Made of a Game of Chess
by sarah-khan
I took a seat at the chess-board
I felt tense as a tightly stretched cord
My opponent turned around to face me
And a look of great fear did grace me
Feebly, I moved up a pawn
I felt vulnerable as a fawn
He smirked, and he brought out a knight
So consumed was I with fright
That I did do something so rash
I brought out my queen, and then CRASH!
My queen was captured by the horse
My face was consumed by remorse
I thought of offering a draw
I thought of my chess-playing flaw
Then I remembered one thing
That I was still badly losing
He brought his queen to the seventh rank
He knew that he had to be frank
With a knight of his standing idly by,
My king moved up, up into the sky
He clearly stated in a voice great,
I have won, you lose, Checkmate!
My eyes welled up with salty tears
My cries against the victor’s cheers
From this day forth I dread to play
Chess does make my mood so gray
I forever ponder the mess
That I made of that game of chess.