Chess Pains!

 

Yet another chess convention

called upon the monthly pension.

Crusty codgers, ‘ coffin - dodgers’.

Reek of mothballs (best not mention!)

 

Hotel filled with ancient blokes,

bragging of their master-strokes.

‘Castle-crashers’, ‘Bishop-bashers!’

Cracking ‘chess-related’ jokes!

 

The old ‘ Grand Master’ then appeared,

to boast and crow (whilst others cheered)

of Knights and Kings and ‘ chessy’ things

and ‘ check-mate’ moves, he’d engineered.

 

Some ‘ flagging’ guests, amidst the roars,

flung open all the foyer doors.

To cool the hall, before they all

continued with their loud applause.

 

The hotel boss (a surly ‘pain’)

arrived to close the doors again.

She did not care that their ‘ hot air’

could not escape, to still remain.

 

The guests were loathe to, then, annoy her

(wary of her paranoia).

As she cried “I won’t abide,

‘chess-nuts’ boasting in an open foyer!”