I sat down at my table
my little opponent adjusts
her pieces.
She played the rebellious Sicilian Najdorf,
and I went in with the papal Sozin Attack.
But unlike any thirteen year old
I have met
she understood the ancient Mafiosi lines
of Sicily very well.
I would have sworn she was Italian,
or even a daughter of Greco,
the holder of his manuscripts.
And so it was,
a rude awakening.
After the opening when things
seemed fine for the white pieces,
developed and looking chic,
in a flash,
like a volcanic secret unraveled,
the board was set alight
and all my pieces were on prix.
Black's attack was scathing.
A pride of lions had gathered
and began stalking the ranks.
Dark clouds loomed over
my kingdom.
Meanwhile my king
was getting dizzy
from being toyed with
by flying reptiles that screeched
across the diagnols.
He bobbed around the centre
like a mouse on a shoe string
before being gobbled up
by an overweight Garfield.
As my position went from
very bad to even worse
I suddenly noticed
my little opponent had become a giant.
I was quite surprised to
see a giant sitting opposite me
I did not notice it
enter the room.
