Anonymous Chess Poem

I think this was in Scientific American long ago.

Note that the poem has eight lines of eight syllables, thus forming a metaphoric chessboard.

The man that hath no love of chess

Is, sooth to say, a sorry wight,

Disloyal to his king and queen,

A faithless and ungallant knight.

He hateth our good mother church,

and sneereth at the bishop's lawn.

May fortune check him till he hath

His castles and estates in pawn.

I move my knight to the right

watch my queen take flight

all the pawns get into a fight

throw pawns into the pond

eat a sandwich take a bite

play chess all night

Dayum gregg

Read a book

chase my rook

my other rook got took

The bishop is the man with the plan

turn on the fan

get in the van

can only move on its color.

Look at that frog

the dog took my chessboard

bring me back my chessboard

before he destroys it

sixty four squares

eat some pairs

watch celebrity squares

put shampoo in my hair

stare at me with that glair.
play otb on the stairs