Sources: Chessvibes, ChessCafe



The masterly rook strides to iambic theme
While lady bishop's way is anapaest.
Ballet and brain - that's chess! Hear drunken feast
From coffee-house with fog-occluding steam
Where Philidor from Légal won his spurs.
But now a Spaniard deep in brow and scheme
Confronts a gnome, thick-lensed, an eerie dream
Of blue-veined arms and eyes Chimera's curse.
Aha! That rook steps out in menace mien
As thought descends. "Caramba! Look, your queen!
You must resign!" But shakes the gnomic neck
And gripping a purple piece with nail and claw
A bishop sacrifice, a wizard check
And there it is, it is, it's mate in four.