Anyone for Chess? A poem by Brenda McMinn
I am a chess piece now which will I be?
I could be a castle striding along, making a bee-
Line (sorry) for the supermarket shelf and grab what I see!
Any toilet rolls left?
I could be a pawn looking anxiously about,
After all I am expendable, being an oldie and susceptible to gout (sorry again)
One or two steps at a time, if you want me to hear you may have to shout
Hope there’s something left on the shelf!
Maybe I’ll be a Bishop I can walk a diagonal line,
I often find myself wandering looking for a sign
Of the baked beans hope I get there in time!
Are Bishops meant to be devious?
No today I am a knight in armour shining bright,
Greeting, with a smile everyone in sight,
2 steps forward, one to the side, sometimes vice- versa I think that’s right.
One day maybe I’ll be a Queen and go wherever I like, or even the King but for now I am at the Check-out-mate.