Short Passant Poems

Chess

I lost my queen,
And I just started.
My will to proceed,
Has departed!

I grab my hair,
And look at my knights...
I fear my defence will soon fall,
As my opponents bishops bring fright!

Perhaps some trickery,
And I will survive;
'En Passant!"
My pawn does drive!

Then there was a dance,
Between their king and their rook!
And a vocalized dart, 'checkmate!'...
Where sixty-four squares violently shook!!

3-September-2021