Dadian? Is that an exotic fruit?
Savielly? Is that a French leather boot?
It's the kind of knowledge
You will not gain in college
Chess.com is the right route
reminds me of a Frasier episode...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwSQz1XQxDA
One should not obsess
about poems based on chess .....
A grandmaster wrinkled and frail
Was playing a well-endowed female.
Whilst sneaking a look
He blundered his rook
His features turned horribly pale.
A chess player looking so smug
Turned up at the board with a mug.
The contents within
Smelt rather like gin
And shortly the floor got a hug.
I KNEW I PLAYED MY NIGHT AND ONLY ENDED IN REAL BLIGHT IF ONLY I KNEW LAST NITE I WOULD LEFT TO ONLY FLY A KITE
His knights arise before his men, preparing for the battle again.
Before they cross the open field, they lie in wait, as his shield.
The lady,his strength, is at his side, he clings to her, she is his pride.
His bishops administer to his men, on the march, they strengthen them.
A liason, the lady takes to flight,helping rally the troops, for the fight.
The king prepares his castle's walls, planning instead his enemy's falls.
Dispatching rooks,overseeing the rank,raising the hope,his enemy's sank.
Though he rules on his throne, he may fight if needed all alone.
His pride and valor through ages past,gives sentiment felt, to forever last.
This his world, and what it brings, Chess is its name, The Game of Kings.
Mrs Fischer was filled with elation
As her nuptials approached consummation.
Bobby partly undressed
Never failed to impress
With the brilliance of his combinations.
Pawns of all colours unite!
Let the dark fight alongside the light!
We are brothers, not foes.
It’s the toffs we oppose,
The King, Queen, Rook, Bishop and Knight.
The youngster he was quite a sight
And gave his opponent a fright
But try as he might
He just couldn't quite
Give mate with his king and two knights
I swear I remembered to lock it,
Was blasting the king like a rocket
With forced mate in two
And nought left to do
The phone made a noise in my pocket
Destroyed in a battle of wits
Opponent was too good at blitz
But I became livid
As all became vivid
All his moves matched those of Fritz
The president stood for election
And pulled off his plan to perfection
He left large amounts
In Swiss bank accounts
The payments evaded detection
Playing the best I was able
His kingside it looked too unstable.
With one crushing move
Did he this disprove
My fist smashed a hole in the table.
I bought my board from a haughty old lord
who knew not how to play,
I took one look at him,
As his play was quite dim
So I checkmated him right away
"I hate Mieses
to pieces!!"