is the bright yellow book on
the library shelf. I can read the
title from here without putting my
glasses on. It’s in ******* bold- faced

letters. I wonder if it’s about
a game of chess? But I bet it has
something to do with life’s quest. I bet it
has something to do with relationships. Some

self-help book of sorts? But I could be
totally wrong. If I look at it I would spoil
the fun of our guessing game. But after this
poem is done I might have a look myself. But I’ll

never tell you if I do or what it is it’s about.