POETRY BOOK FOUR: Untitled Book in Progress
Father of the Chess Prodigy

At birth a champ in chess gets crowned,
Child prodigy who will astound,
At just age two found Scholar’s Mate,
IM by four, GM by eight.

While Daddy beams, Son once again,
Refutes the dread Sicilian,
The soft foam chessmen in his crib,
Rybka logo on checked bib.

Dad’s pride and joy, Dad’s champ-to-be,
Gets interviewed on ICC,
When asked how world champ he’d become,
Said, “I learned the moves from dearest Mum.”

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