bobdubbloon

What Next?

12:09:38 22 Sep, 2024

I did not know that you would come, Except you've always been, Steady, strong, consistent, keen. A rock within the storm. I thought and wrote and thought and played and played and thought and wrote All the while my Bishop's Trapped behind your lowly pawn Guarded by a silent tree upon a checkered lawn. The stage is set, the story's grand The ink it flows apace. Your story grows And I must know What happens next to them - The happy man, his lovely bride, The boy, the duck, the toad So I traded in your rook at A1 My bishop stands alongst your Lord And I wonder will you castle and drive me from your shore? Or ...... ?? What? What are you thinking? Where do we go from here? It's strange to think That I am here, Drinking tea and trading beer, and other brews, concocting plots and planning stews. Just sitting And In this simplicity of line I find a game I can define.