The Story Of Chess

Gregor
Each game of chess means there's one less
Variation left to be played
Each day got through means one or two
Less mistakes remain to be made

Not much is known
Of early days of chess beyond a fairly vague report
That fifteen hundred years ago two princes fought
Through brothers for a Hindu thrown

Their mother cried
For no one really likes their offspring fighting to the death
She begged them stop this slaughter with her every breath
But sure enough one brother died

Sad beyond belief
She told her winning son
You have caused such grief
I can't forgive
This evil thing you've done

He tried to explain
How things had really been
But he tried in vain
No words of his
Could molify the queen

And so he asked
The wisest men he knew
A way to lessen her distress
They told him he'd be pretty certain to impress

By using model soldiers on
A chequered board to show it was his brother's fault
They thus invented chess