The chess GameA Poem by Dr. S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA.
To those that seem to blame, I truly will not to you claim.
You may slander my very name, you may burn my very little flame.
you may see me and my lovely dame, you may look at us like in a gold frame.
for someone like me, you too play the game, for this I say you too are so very much lame.
You sat and watched as we left and in we came, you have mocked the hound now she is untamed.
I told you this would happen, I tried to reclaim, To this may I say thank you for being Ole so lame.
This was fun, but sorry I must run, or I'll miss my train And now I must go thank you for this wonderful game.
© 2008 Dr. S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA.Reviews
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Added on August 9, 2008Last Updated on August 26, 2008 AuthorDr. S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA.Greenville, WVAbout[WARNING!] The syntax found in this manuscript of S. D. Blankenship's poetry could retain to disordered and/or psychopathic. Comprehend and examine at your own exposed thoughts. A number of words mig.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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