Be bold --
For she is the one you have to hold,
Tis the reason your heart doesn’t mold
Into the cast of a miniscule thrown,
Where the ruler looks to tearful eyes and groans.
You’ve lost your intelligence,
As a result from your lack of diligence,
So now seek the locksmith to your mind
Who’s never been far behind --
She’s bound to your fingertips;
A broken record of earnest tips --
The one whom holds the key to your brilliance,
So don’t be so keen with defiance
When she ‘tsks’ your move,
Because Hun, that isn’t just her groove.
Her eyes foresee a dilemma
In the new position of your pawn that isn’t a winner.
So inch it back and position your ear,
You might just be surprised by what you hear.