Sixty-four squares of black and white
they play the game throughout the night
He moves his bishop, she moves her knight
they are at war, their minds do fight

The game it started at half past eight
and to each this is the perfect date
while both of them cannot wait
to hear who will, first shout "mate"

The advantage swings from her to him
and back again, as light grows dim
he castles now on a whim
his prospects already looking grim

Losing his queen is bad indeed
her movement now is all but freed
his pieces picked off with great speed
the only choice is to concede

Her victory though does cause him pain
his manhood challenged, and finally slain
and what comes next is simply plain
let's set them up, and start again