TAMWORTH POEMS: THE MATING GAME

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THE MATING GAME

Two people in a chess match:
One sets forth a cautious pawn.
The other counters her halfway.
They both look for another play.
Perhaps the bishop should approach
The queen quite deferentially,
Or a bold knight might gallop forth
To look for opportunity.
One good turn deserves another:
Pieces freely are exchanged,
Adversaries overtaken,
For the climax, clear the board.
Finally the king stands naked.
Queenie has him in her sights.
He will finally be mated.
She will claim her sovereign rights.

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