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Slappin Clocks to the sound
Of pen drops
A Knight jumped on my Pawn
Like a Cyclops
My Pawn cried to my King
My King told my Queen
My Queen ran into my Rook
Then the castle shook
For another piece was took
My Bishop battled in full armor
Soon my King was out numbered
My Queen struck back like thunder
My Knight sat back and pondered
My captured Pawns lined up
On the other side in wonder
My King moved franticly
From side to side
I wore a poker face
Eager to wipe the smile
Off my opponents face
There will be no draw today
The King stood on the other side
Wiping sweat from his brow
Shaking in his boots
For he stood in the path
Of my Rook without a doubt
Knowing his fate
For his life I took
Winning the game
