My grandson wants to teach me chess.
I’ll do my best, but I confess
That games and me don’t really mix,
Like dogs you cannot teach new tricks.
The pieces I’m supposed to learn
Move different ways when it’s my turn,
So somehow I’m required to know
Which ones move only in a row…
Or which can jump or else advance
Diagonally; it’s a dance
With steps I haven’t conquered yet
For once they’re taught, I soon forget.
Yet, we’ll continue, even though
I still have quite a ways to go.
My goal is not to be a master,
Just to not be a disaster!
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