Chess-Tickle
Chess-tickle
an chess is blest by all that slew,
to kill to kill, but ne'er a few,
all in the name of sport,
pawnys fall for naught ,
while Bishops test the stew,
with a sluttyy Queen a shrew,
of rusty Knights have ought,
the Kings crown sits askew:}
the skill of battle fought,
to master it some do!
Don Johnson 24-12-12.......... just now
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