When I play alone,
I against I,
I never looses.
I follow all the rules:
WHITE ON RIGHT;
KING ON OPPOSITE COLOR;
NON-PASSANT;
FIGHT TILL THE BLOODY CHECK-MATE;
BEWARE THE STALE MATE;
BUT A POT IS AS GOOD AS GOLD.
And,
I can,
in the midst of battle,
rewind,
try another tactic,
re-stratigize.
How kind a blood sport is chess!
and a better opponent
I’ll never find!
We play the game
almost the same.
As though we are able
to read our mind.
Poems by Ken 