Square Mess

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Poetry
One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

All they wanted,
Was to teach her,
How to dance
On that shiny 
Board.

One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

Looping, infinite,
Polished beards,
Bright, 
Sad peers,
Vapid 
Smoke.

They’d like,
Surely,
To play
Mind games.

Hey, chess players -
Patience, 
Gone.

Ma belle,
Ponders -
There are still 
Word plays.
The queen’s gambit,
Game 
Still on.

All they wanted,
Was to teach her,
How to dance
The shiny 
Board.

Polka dancing,
She got dizzy,
Hey, chess players,
No, means no.

One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

Did you know that
Dad would teach her
She’s squared-frightened
She said No.

There are still word plays
The queen’s gambit,
Hey, chess players -
Patience, 
Gone.
 
Damn – Look at this square mess

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4 Comments

  1. This was so funny and had me in loops. Something about the repetition really leaves me laughing.

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