While talking there online last night,
You found that we could play,
Some games while we were gabbing so,
To pass the time away.

Backgammon was too much for us.
At pool we took a shot.
That too proved beyond our ken,
So checkers was our lot.

We got into the game and then,
It turned into such glee,
As if we both were drunk as skunks,
Though not a drop had we.

My moves and jumps and strategies,
All proved to no avail.
Your kings and soldiers overcame.
You soundly whipped my tail.

The game was just a vehicle.
I lost, but did not care.
The fun we had was more than worth,
The beating I took there.

We laughed and giggled, talked some trash.
It really was a ball.
As we grew ever closer there,
While playing on that call.

We both had needed that relief,
From daily drudgery.
A game of checkers brought us both,
Together you and me.