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

Though brothers, for a Hindu throne

 

Their mother cried

For no-one really likes their offspring fighting to the death

She begged them stop the 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 mollify the queen

 

And so he asked the wisest men he knew

The 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.

 

Each game of chess means there's one less

Variation left to be played

Each day got through means one or two

Less mistakes…