December 23, 2015
The chessmen don’t have cell phones
and the landline’s just for kings.
And queens. And sometimes bishops.
Oh, and rooks and knights and things.
So if the pawns, at Christmas,
want to phone a distant friend
or family, they’ve no choice but
to queue for hours on end
at the only public phone box
within miles of their board.
So, let’s wish them Merry Christmas
and mince pies as their reward.
© Celia Warren 2015
This is the latest in the adventures of my chessmen. For a preview of “Secret Moves”, a book of many of their earlier adventures, click here.
Merry Christmas to all my readers!