On A Broken Chess Bored

"On a broken chess bored, the grumpy old man

deploys his dim but parading pawn,

who does as much as he possibly can,

although, unminding, he depends on brawn;

but the battle lines are already drawn.

And the old man's mind is already gone;

what is left in that skull is a quivering pale

reflection of only an epic fail---

 

the game's conclusion is already foregone."

---ShellySand, "Downward Slopes And Upclimbing Felines"

 

This poem I have used as my epigraph

have given me such a long horse laugh;

and ShellySand with the coyness of a vixen

will not confirm if he wrote this of Dick Nixon.

 

Starward

 

 

 

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I appropriate the epigraph under the fair use terms.  

 

In my own poem, below the epigraph, the third and fourth lines follow the rhyming procedure of the great Christian poet, Prudentius, who rhymed on the sound of common pronunciation and not on spelling, when neccesary.

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