With the success of his Sicilian defense
Trickling down to a late fourth quarter lead
Bobby the Brat turns on the full-court press
While Shy Sam can only muster a whimper
And yet
Sam swallows the lump in his throat
Wipes the sweat from his brow
His shaking hand moves his own queen
To destabilize Bobby the Bastard’s foundation
The audacity
Puts Bobby the Bellicose on edge
Foaming like a feral beast
Anger steams from his head
Veins throb over forehead and through eyeballs
Bobby the Bold bobs his rook into place
To attack Sam’s king
However
The usual cold, calculating child
Has left his flank wide open
Sam senses the shift
Can taste the temporary opportunity
With nimble digits he dismantles Bobby the Brash’s rook
Rancor emerges from the other side of the table
The crowd
Once dispersed and horrified but still watching
Like they could see the oncoming slaughter
But now
Sacrosanct Sally circles around
Recalling how Bobby the Blasphemer mocked Christ
In reading class last week
She is silently praying for retribution from her savior
And Tater Tot Todd
Cannot help but let loose a tentative yip!
Recollecting stolen lunch money on tater tot Thursdays
In fact, the crowd has silently developed a life of its own
Even parents cross fingers
Hoping for the dethroning of Bobby the Bully
And sure enough
After the mustering of his pawns
And the skilled control of his queen
Shy Sam is able to trap Bobby the Belligerent’s king
And claim a comeback kid victory
Infused with the enthusiasm from the crowd
Sam is swept off his feet
They chant
Sam!
Sam!
Wham!
Bam!
Thank you Sam!
What a nice ending to the story huh?
Sam forever is enshrined as the one
Who took down Bobby the Booger
We all lived vicariously through his young heart
His sweaty hands
And what of Bobby?
Bobby will grow up to be a mass murderer
A loner who picks people out from crowds
Because they look like Shy Sam
Like Sacrosanct Sally and Tater Tot Todd
Because they look like you and me
So
Still happy Sam won?
Ha ha. I'm glad you picked this picture, too... it's simply too great to NOT write a poem about it (grammar?)... very playful until the end, which is very disarming. Well done.
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