An old poem of mine
I had previously posted this in a poetry contest and in my COT club. Any comments would be appreciated good or bad.
To the middle I march my men
taking utmost care in placing them
thoughtful planning to avoid any weakness
Apply the maxim "Good offense is the best defense"
Always keeping a careful eye
on the thoughts put out by the other guy
destructive plans are in the midst
and receiving a strange comfort in this
attack, defend, attack again
always aiming for just the right blend
becoming aware of a plotted ambush
variations so complex brains turning to mush
the sweat pours and my fist tightens
suddenly it dawns on me and my day brightens
I look up at my opponent with a sly grin
I can sac my queen for the win
sorry to inform you but Caissa has chosen me today
and after seeing my move he chose not to play
Instead he tipped his King and got up, shook my hand
and said "Young sir, this dance with you sure was grand"